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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1039 | 2012-07-20 13:08:39 | 52.90 | 95% |
| 801 | 2012-06-23 22:15:35 | 50.11 | 96% |
| 774 | 2012-06-23 17:52:59 | 42.15 | 90% |
| 416 | 2012-06-15 20:57:48 | 41.94 | 92% |
| 305 | 2012-06-14 09:45:38 | 39.77 | 93% |