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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2601 | 2011-06-18 07:41:18 | 94.23 | 99% |
| 2466 | 2011-06-10 11:49:17 | 92.48 | 99% |
| 1895 | 2010-09-25 07:03:30 | 86.59 | |
| 1205 | 2010-06-07 19:05:55 | 110.49 | |
| 991 | 2010-05-30 09:40:18 | 85.21 | |
| 58 | 2009-06-27 18:34:52 | 79.95 |