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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1306 | 2011-11-12 22:49:23 | 97.34 | 92% |
| 1235 | 2011-11-08 17:20:23 | 94.04 | 91% |
| 1189 | 2011-11-07 03:59:06 | 95.25 | 92% |
| 1070 | 2011-10-24 23:25:03 | 98.25 | 90% |
| 826 | 2011-10-11 01:28:45 | 91.29 | 93% |