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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2343 | 2013-01-29 21:34:39 | 52.68 | 93% |
| 1359 | 2012-10-03 13:13:35 | 40.93 | 85% |
| 1259 | 2012-09-27 22:37:47 | 40.03 | 84% |
| 1234 | 2012-09-21 17:46:04 | 46.83 | 88% |
| 377 | 2012-05-04 12:04:10 | 32.27 | 86% |