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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 893 | 2011-08-30 22:32:57 | 100.10 | 90% |
| 351 | 2011-08-05 13:28:09 | 106.30 | 93% |
| 21 | 2011-05-02 22:53:53 | 98.36 | 90% |
| 15 | 2011-05-02 22:49:12 | 99.19 | 93% |