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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1695 | 2014-02-08 14:26:11 | 74.04 | 94% |
| 1479 | 2009-10-10 16:58:13 | 60.87 | |
| 1336 | 2009-08-11 05:00:20 | 63.25 | |
| 960 | 2009-07-20 14:36:52 | 64.17 | |
| 665 | 2009-07-12 03:11:52 | 55.45 |