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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1763 | 2012-11-27 03:50:07 | 77.51 | 89% |
| 1717 | 2012-05-20 23:57:52 | 72.89 | 85% |
| 1562 | 2012-04-25 18:04:13 | 85.97 | 91% |
| 1232 | 2012-04-03 19:39:20 | 76.99 | 87% |
| 1136 | 2012-03-22 02:38:30 | 75.52 | 90% |
| 1114 | 2012-03-21 22:24:43 | 69.28 | 85% |
| 1076 | 2012-03-20 21:29:30 | 61.92 | 79% |
| 390 | 2009-12-28 23:49:01 | 38.82 | |
| 103 | 2009-12-11 16:26:55 | 38.78 |