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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1024 | 2011-10-08 08:58:28 | 67.13 | 96% |
| 818 | 2011-10-02 10:13:08 | 55.01 | 93% |
| 811 | 2011-10-02 10:04:59 | 57.90 | 95% |
| 775 | 2011-10-01 09:25:50 | 62.60 | 95% |
| 621 | 2011-09-17 10:58:07 | 54.68 | 91% |
| 524 | 2011-09-14 12:36:39 | 55.10 | 91% |