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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 788 | 2011-12-05 12:12:31 | 110.53 | 99% |
| 702 | 2011-12-03 13:48:59 | 102.43 | 96% |
| 548 | 2011-11-28 08:00:07 | 101.78 | 95% |
| 475 | 2011-11-24 05:18:19 | 102.15 | 96% |
| 305 | 2011-11-13 03:50:47 | 97.86 | 94% |