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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 620 | 2011-08-23 16:30:12 | 132.19 | 19% |
| 607 | 2011-08-15 16:34:17 | 138.37 | 19% |
| 546 | 2011-08-02 12:24:09 | 138.16 | 19% |
| 25 | 2011-04-20 16:37:12 | 109.66 |