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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 896 | 2011-11-07 04:25:16 | 32.53 | 94% |
| 810 | 2011-11-06 13:20:41 | 32.17 | 91% |
| 601 | 2011-11-02 02:58:27 | 27.69 | 91% |
| 253 | 2010-10-10 11:41:50 | 25.41 |