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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 794 | 2011-12-02 18:10:07 | 142.31 | 97% |
| 654 | 2011-08-14 19:09:45 | 107.35 | 91% |
| 588 | 2011-06-02 12:54:08 | 132.73 | 92% |
| 585 | 2011-06-02 10:55:51 | 130.94 | 96% |
| 403 | 2010-10-23 20:32:58 | 123.71 | |
| 165 | 2010-05-26 21:04:57 | 140.55 |