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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2587 | 2012-01-20 22:34:39 | 93.79 | 92% |
| 2180 | 2010-09-08 15:23:47 | 93.19 | |
| 2165 | 2010-09-07 14:21:52 | 96.48 | |
| 2043 | 2010-08-06 15:31:40 | 81.96 | |
| 1774 | 2010-07-12 18:24:42 | 82.64 | |
| 1223 | 2010-06-16 18:05:26 | 77.88 | |
| 721 | 2010-05-06 15:02:36 | 80.78 |