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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1220 | 2012-11-23 23:47:21 | 89.51 | 92% |
| 727 | 2012-10-07 18:54:48 | 99.98 | 99% |
| 636 | 2012-10-04 22:24:51 | 86.42 | 97% |
| 591 | 2012-10-03 05:21:47 | 87.84 | 98% |
| 146 | 2012-09-24 18:22:01 | 78.82 | 95% |