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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3875 | 2012-10-27 03:02:03 | 116.26 | 88% |
| 3106 | 2012-09-16 16:08:12 | 128.39 | 98% |
| 2807 | 2012-09-14 18:41:11 | 136.84 | 100% |
| 2303 | 2012-09-12 20:15:40 | 135.14 | 99% |
| 2066 | 2012-09-11 17:50:54 | 124.42 | 96% |
| 1899 | 2012-09-10 20:38:12 | 122.84 | 98% |
| 1597 | 2012-09-03 16:08:54 | 132.60 | 100% |
| 584 | 2012-07-11 05:15:09 | 100.99 | 95% |
| 534 | 2012-07-10 22:04:12 | 112.72 | 98% |
| 119 | 2012-06-27 20:48:20 | 96.49 | 96% |
| 5 | 2012-06-22 22:11:45 | 101.08 | 98% |