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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1387 | 2012-03-11 11:32:55 | 106.47 | 97% |
| 1341 | 2011-09-09 11:54:20 | 107.43 | 99% |
| 1051 | 2011-08-22 21:39:42 | 107.01 | 95% |
| 424 | 2011-08-11 16:29:50 | 85.71 | 96% |
| 327 | 2011-08-09 17:59:54 | 87.97 | 93% |