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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1281 | 2013-05-09 21:25:05 | 92.68 | 95% |
| 1264 | 2012-11-08 04:58:26 | 96.31 | 95% |
| 390 | 2009-04-15 06:33:06 | 83.63 | |
| 365 | 2009-04-11 20:07:04 | 87.45 | |
| 258 | 2009-04-08 04:00:47 | 90.25 | |
| 73 | 2009-04-05 22:33:13 | 93.87 |