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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3131 | 2011-11-26 14:07:27 | 39.74 | 94% |
| 2293 | 2011-05-31 18:22:27 | 51.14 | 94% |
| 1849 | 2011-05-20 17:04:01 | 49.30 | 92% |
| 661 | 2011-04-03 05:40:28 | 43.60 | |
| 650 | 2011-04-01 04:56:39 | 44.52 | |
| 412 | 2011-03-17 17:59:21 | 42.89 | |
| 361 | 2011-03-15 08:26:15 | 36.84 |