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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1323 | 2011-06-02 19:16:09 | 62.76 | 93% |
| 1137 | 2011-03-27 16:56:31 | 57.35 | |
| 1121 | 2011-03-27 10:03:43 | 56.56 | |
| 697 | 2010-07-21 15:28:14 | 55.50 | |
| 359 | 2010-06-28 12:32:14 | 45.44 | |
| 269 | 2010-06-27 14:36:34 | 44.49 |