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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1820 | 2012-07-08 08:12:24 | 80.26 | 94% |
| 1674 | 2012-07-02 21:08:43 | 79.62 | 97% |
| 1617 | 2012-06-25 07:33:17 | 81.91 | 97% |
| 1141 | 2012-05-21 07:24:21 | 81.48 | 98% |
| 985 | 2012-05-13 18:28:18 | 79.29 | 99% |
| 167 | 2012-04-15 10:53:04 | 77.91 | 99% |