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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 775 | 2011-10-24 12:28:33 | 62.15 | 89% |
| 618 | 2011-07-31 03:15:47 | 48.59 | 82% |
| 577 | 2011-07-28 14:08:45 | 51.80 | 89% |
| 380 | 2011-07-22 10:20:15 | 46.58 | 83% |