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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4491 | 2012-01-09 12:17:56 | 88.80 | 96% |
| 4371 | 2011-10-08 05:00:22 | 81.43 | 92% |
| 2200 | 2011-06-06 18:59:49 | 67.99 | 88% |
| 1980 | 2011-05-31 13:13:49 | 91.15 | 96% |
| 1418 | 2011-05-17 15:44:31 | 89.33 | 93% |
| 639 | 2011-03-06 13:20:40 | 75.04 | |
| 554 | 2011-03-05 07:15:23 | 77.56 |