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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2709 | 2013-06-30 10:01:26 | 57.34 | 93% |
| 1988 | 2012-05-26 10:40:07 | 51.23 | 96% |
| 1547 | 2011-10-07 16:15:55 | 45.10 | 94% |
| 1109 | 2011-08-13 03:24:58 | 37.95 | 90% |
| 978 | 2011-08-01 13:49:53 | 40.52 | 94% |
| 948 | 2011-07-30 02:42:30 | 41.32 | 92% |
| 608 | 2011-07-04 03:18:05 | 39.93 | 96% |