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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1771 | 2011-11-24 20:27:40 | 53.27 | 85% |
| 674 | 2011-10-26 17:25:43 | 54.25 | 89% |
| 377 | 2011-10-20 12:31:00 | 52.57 | 84% |
| 339 | 2011-10-19 18:30:27 | 56.74 | 89% |
| 230 | 2011-10-18 17:06:17 | 55.92 | 89% |