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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3414 | 2011-05-12 01:44:01 | 62.55 | 90% |
| 3388 | 2011-05-07 20:52:05 | 67.54 | 94% |
| 1978 | 2010-12-03 05:46:06 | 66.71 | |
| 1889 | 2010-11-29 15:13:41 | 62.17 | |
| 1555 | 2010-10-29 06:30:59 | 61.68 | |
| 1143 | 2010-09-29 03:11:52 | 57.73 | |
| 1128 | 2010-09-25 20:05:06 | 63.28 |