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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1295 | 2011-08-21 15:06:16 | 91.54 | 97% |
| 999 | 2010-12-15 15:28:09 | 89.96 | |
| 977 | 2010-12-15 15:02:24 | 90.77 | |
| 901 | 2010-12-08 15:02:44 | 82.74 | |
| 551 | 2009-04-03 15:29:09 | 37.36 | |
| 138 | 2009-01-09 15:34:48 | 68.44 |