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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4575 | 2012-11-27 23:18:45 | 47.76 | 97% |
| 2583 | 2011-09-13 12:56:18 | 44.50 | 96% |
| 1821 | 2010-04-10 20:13:38 | 46.92 | |
| 1477 | 2010-03-18 19:39:20 | 47.77 | |
| 1052 | 2010-02-25 21:24:37 | 43.46 | |
| 98 | 2010-01-06 13:29:54 | 35.77 |