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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1611 | 2012-09-06 02:04:36 | 69.62 | 97% |
| 1501 | 2012-07-31 00:27:26 | 58.84 | 97% |
| 1202 | 2011-01-07 03:44:15 | 64.85 | |
| 971 | 2010-12-17 03:48:15 | 59.41 | |
| 396 | 2010-11-21 20:00:19 | 57.10 | |
| 346 | 2010-11-21 02:05:44 | 45.45 | |
| 271 | 2010-11-20 19:26:25 | 47.67 | |
| 230 | 2010-11-20 00:50:19 | 42.36 |