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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2957 | 2012-10-10 08:15:57 | 115.37 | 94% |
| 2301 | 2010-12-27 18:29:24 | 116.58 | |
| 1766 | 2010-02-27 13:15:03 | 99.91 | |
| 1595 | 2010-02-13 07:41:49 | 100.63 | |
| 1567 | 2010-02-05 01:00:07 | 87.71 | |
| 1473 | 2010-01-24 15:55:28 | 101.83 | |
| 1394 | 2010-01-19 17:16:35 | 95.48 | |
| 1206 | 2010-01-07 14:23:18 | 82.37 | |
| 1170 | 2010-01-05 11:46:42 | 88.83 |