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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1604 | 2012-04-19 12:39:34 | 81.98 | 98% |
| 1468 | 2009-12-27 07:56:06 | 67.18 | |
| 1104 | 2009-07-13 15:53:16 | 62.75 | |
| 842 | 2009-07-07 14:27:11 | 69.10 | |
| 554 | 2009-07-03 10:09:24 | 56.25 |