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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5890 | 2011-07-12 07:12:41 | 61.27 | 90% |
| 5615 | 2011-07-02 06:29:13 | 69.18 | 89% |
| 4967 | 2011-06-12 01:03:39 | 59.77 | 89% |
| 3358 | 2011-04-20 03:32:16 | 65.42 | |
| 1683 | 2011-03-08 21:31:23 | 59.77 | |
| 1671 | 2011-03-08 21:15:02 | 65.15 | |
| 1366 | 2011-02-24 09:09:25 | 57.56 | |
| 1150 | 2011-02-20 02:44:17 | 64.07 | |
| 971 | 2011-02-17 08:43:24 | 56.62 | |
| 297 | 2011-02-02 22:16:58 | 59.53 | |
| 282 | 2011-02-02 20:24:34 | 64.80 | |
| 161 | 2011-02-02 01:45:09 | 62.54 |