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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 559 | 2011-08-20 22:46:30 | 74.91 | 93% |
| 402 | 2011-07-30 05:21:50 | 75.14 | 95% |
| 223 | 2011-07-09 20:27:31 | 80.68 | 97% |
| 147 | 2011-06-29 15:15:55 | 67.78 | 92% |