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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1300 | 2011-06-16 15:01:01 | 62.89 | 88% |
| 1123 | 2011-06-03 09:08:12 | 57.39 | 83% |
| 905 | 2010-11-02 06:26:35 | 47.50 | |
| 307 | 2010-02-01 12:33:44 | 45.92 | |
| 100 | 2010-01-11 14:52:53 | 42.56 |