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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1192 | 2011-06-25 05:48:16 | 77.40 | 94% |
| 847 | 2011-05-31 02:45:36 | 77.28 | 93% |
| 724 | 2011-05-20 04:42:58 | 79.28 | 96% |
| 184 | 2011-04-27 19:36:56 | 65.19 |