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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 727 | 2013-10-09 17:23:58 | 82.67 | 94% |
| 523 | 2010-09-13 23:40:54 | 78.56 | |
| 472 | 2010-09-12 22:58:34 | 76.18 | |
| 330 | 2010-07-26 08:17:49 | 84.90 | |
| 257 | 2010-07-25 16:46:15 | 80.90 | |
| 123 | 2010-07-19 23:46:28 | 85.20 |