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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1182 | 2012-02-11 18:27:53 | 49.64 | 96% |
| 847 | 2012-02-03 18:33:28 | 50.12 | 97% |
| 401 | 2012-01-23 18:38:28 | 37.84 | 95% |
| 40 | 2012-01-09 18:42:02 | 39.57 | 90% |