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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 620 | 2012-02-22 19:05:49 | 96.29 | 93% |
| 273 | 2011-11-18 15:56:48 | 101.01 | 95% |
| 182 | 2011-10-25 16:47:31 | 116.07 | 98% |
| 56 | 2011-10-22 10:31:25 | 107.83 | 96% |