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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 852 | 2012-08-11 14:55:09 | 64.38 | 95% |
| 788 | 2012-07-22 15:47:51 | 52.44 | 91% |
| 406 | 2011-02-16 13:32:54 | 52.88 | |
| 373 | 2011-01-24 06:57:11 | 54.80 |