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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3061 | 2013-03-25 15:38:21 | 38.88 | 91% |
| 1887 | 2011-12-11 12:52:09 | 67.85 | 95% |
| 1622 | 2011-12-08 20:49:00 | 66.44 | 93% |
| 1578 | 2011-12-08 14:08:51 | 64.31 | 93% |
| 1306 | 2011-12-05 09:16:43 | 59.56 | 94% |
| 755 | 2011-11-25 11:51:38 | 59.05 | 92% |
| 424 | 2011-11-19 22:58:53 | 54.17 | 95% |