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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2097 | 2012-02-24 10:48:50 | 59.34 | 93% |
| 1879 | 2012-01-07 08:18:15 | 55.78 | 94% |
| 1337 | 2011-12-15 23:17:00 | 55.29 | 94% |
| 557 | 2011-10-26 22:11:13 | 49.00 | 91% |