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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1448 | 2012-11-03 16:40:58 | 87.28 | 92% |
| 1149 | 2012-09-09 14:57:48 | 89.43 | 91% |
| 1001 | 2012-08-26 18:06:26 | 95.27 | 95% |
| 478 | 2012-07-16 19:07:11 | 94.60 | 97% |
| 298 | 2012-07-06 14:51:42 | 93.94 | 96% |
| 271 | 2012-07-05 10:27:52 | 84.39 | 94% |