And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1905 | 2014-11-19 09:05:31 | 61.28 | 95% |
| 1799 | 2013-09-17 10:32:00 | 58.13 | 92% |
| 954 | 2010-08-10 10:55:33 | 41.56 | |
| 539 | 2010-06-25 10:36:13 | 43.27 | |
| 165 | 2009-02-19 04:15:44 | 23.46 |