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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2737 | 2011-07-08 13:36:05 | 50.44 | 95% |
| 2042 | 2011-07-01 18:24:18 | 35.76 | 94% |
| 1413 | 2011-06-25 21:29:23 | 48.00 | 91% |
| 1280 | 2011-06-23 20:28:48 | 47.30 | 91% |
| 1015 | 2011-06-20 16:48:50 | 37.03 | 91% |
| 175 | 2011-06-07 19:35:58 | 30.73 | 96% |