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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1144 | 2012-03-24 01:08:35 | 83.82 | 93% |
| 934 | 2010-12-12 06:04:42 | 86.47 | |
| 776 | 2010-10-19 18:59:46 | 84.16 | |
| 663 | 2010-08-14 19:34:23 | 92.81 | |
| 634 | 2010-08-12 15:49:31 | 77.67 | |
| 117 | 2009-02-28 18:14:20 | 52.31 |