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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2420 | 2012-12-02 05:56:27 | 40.93 | 82% |
| 1090 | 2012-10-08 20:34:16 | 37.10 | 87% |
| 1067 | 2012-10-08 19:22:34 | 35.65 | 81% |
| 918 | 2012-10-07 09:50:26 | 25.78 | 73% |
| 846 | 2012-10-06 18:41:01 | 24.60 | 70% |