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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 993 | 2011-12-27 09:20:46 | 91.98 | 94% |
| 854 | 2011-12-27 06:58:57 | 97.94 | 95% |
| 654 | 2011-12-27 03:19:48 | 96.59 | 97% |
| 480 | 2011-12-27 00:12:27 | 111.12 | 97% |
| 205 | 2009-07-22 01:18:49 | 89.70 |