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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1170 | 2010-10-10 16:40:00 | 95.85 | |
| 904 | 2010-05-01 03:01:21 | 112.61 | |
| 524 | 2009-01-09 19:17:26 | 100.67 | |
| 178 | 2008-12-08 03:13:58 | 81.06 | |
| 166 | 2008-12-07 02:23:35 | 78.86 | |
| 80 | 2008-11-30 05:07:12 | 76.89 |