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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2113 | 2011-03-07 20:13:42 | 89.80 | |
| 1981 | 2011-02-24 13:42:36 | 108.62 | |
| 1918 | 2011-02-18 18:04:16 | 82.82 | |
| 1460 | 2011-02-02 18:35:52 | 94.28 | |
| 1451 | 2011-02-02 18:24:26 | 108.20 | |
| 1295 | 2011-01-30 17:31:25 | 92.42 | |
| 1274 | 2011-01-30 16:11:12 | 84.01 | |
| 1054 | 2011-01-26 18:52:29 | 106.72 | |
| 484 | 2011-01-21 13:32:15 | 109.04 | |
| 403 | 2011-01-20 22:13:26 | 103.51 | |
| 59 | 2011-01-09 22:14:51 | 74.33 |