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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2369 | 2013-09-07 11:50:07 | 60.66 | 95% |
| 1232 | 2011-12-12 23:29:46 | 39.57 | 95% |
| 1049 | 2011-12-08 10:37:42 | 53.22 | 97% |
| 646 | 2011-11-29 23:50:05 | 48.76 | 98% |
| 169 | 2011-11-15 23:19:35 | 38.84 | 96% |