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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1277 | 2012-02-28 15:50:05 | 108.57 | 97% |
| 669 | 2012-02-11 12:22:42 | 126.55 | 100% |
| 645 | 2012-02-11 12:03:12 | 117.65 | 96% |
| 446 | 2012-02-07 15:55:44 | 113.10 | 96% |