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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2645 | 2013-06-21 14:26:12 | 64.23 | 82% |
| 1741 | 2013-04-17 20:11:37 | 67.18 | 89% |
| 1543 | 2012-12-27 00:34:34 | 52.77 | 84% |
| 672 | 2012-02-04 14:15:23 | 51.25 | 92% |
| 270 | 2012-01-14 20:21:17 | 64.66 | 91% |
| 137 | 2011-09-04 11:56:53 | 54.06 | 89% |