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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1907 | 2012-01-16 22:12:17 | 157.97 | 98% |
| 1723 | 2011-12-11 14:11:37 | 153.94 | 95% |
| 1644 | 2011-07-31 15:36:22 | 138.76 | 95% |
| 1632 | 2011-07-29 16:44:22 | 144.22 | 96% |
| 1596 | 2011-07-12 20:28:40 | 130.68 | 94% |
| 1287 | 2011-04-16 09:56:02 | 152.26 | |
| 1134 | 2011-04-10 18:02:43 | 121.24 | |
| 907 | 2011-03-30 02:42:55 | 128.19 | |
| 846 | 2011-03-23 17:59:13 | 133.92 | |
| 817 | 2011-03-22 14:59:26 | 142.52 | |
| 765 | 2011-03-07 22:47:35 | 124.08 | |
| 581 | 2011-02-11 18:45:29 | 144.38 | |
| 498 | 2011-02-03 23:45:50 | 150.03 |