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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1124 | 2012-03-10 21:38:07 | 92.96 | 91% |
| 956 | 2012-03-05 05:37:35 | 85.39 | 92% |
| 817 | 2012-02-27 05:52:17 | 95.58 | 95% |
| 702 | 2012-02-25 05:25:50 | 100.52 | 97% |
| 432 | 2012-02-09 21:20:05 | 89.32 | 96% |
| 367 | 2012-02-06 07:18:43 | 90.56 | 96% |