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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1126 | 2011-09-20 18:07:23 | 83.77 | 97% |
| 1036 | 2011-08-24 19:53:50 | 69.19 | 95% |
| 881 | 2011-08-09 19:55:31 | 73.21 | 95% |
| 495 | 2011-06-02 10:17:26 | 58.01 | 91% |
| 435 | 2011-05-30 10:01:54 | 61.81 | 92% |
| 331 | 2011-05-27 10:37:05 | 66.56 | 94% |