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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1018 | 2012-01-16 05:46:01 | 72.45 | 97% |
| 933 | 2012-01-12 06:05:10 | 66.40 | 97% |
| 421 | 2011-12-21 10:47:59 | 59.70 | 96% |
| 228 | 2011-12-14 11:42:15 | 83.02 | 99% |