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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2221 | 2011-12-02 16:48:33 | 62.55 | 88% |
| 2124 | 2011-11-28 22:40:07 | 53.44 | 83% |
| 210 | 2010-04-27 19:17:19 | 55.81 | |
| 33 | 2010-04-26 16:35:36 | 61.92 |