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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1559 | 2011-06-14 06:33:08 | 105.88 | 99% |
| 1046 | 2009-07-12 02:39:36 | 119.07 | |
| 994 | 2009-07-11 23:45:52 | 92.38 | |
| 899 | 2009-07-04 19:31:31 | 100.12 | |
| 690 | 2009-06-20 22:06:03 | 98.02 | |
| 554 | 2009-06-15 05:43:40 | 101.17 |