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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2187 | 2011-12-21 02:41:21 | 78.76 | 95% |
| 2007 | 2011-01-17 01:49:06 | 78.47 | |
| 1027 | 2009-01-19 16:30:06 | 70.02 | |
| 871 | 2009-01-07 14:26:41 | 46.14 | |
| 775 | 2009-01-06 02:40:05 | 60.02 | |
| 260 | 2008-12-12 22:21:27 | 57.93 | |
| 149 | 2008-12-09 20:38:48 | 54.87 |