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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 904 | 2011-07-01 14:42:32 | 72.10 | 92% |
| 766 | 2011-04-08 18:20:50 | 68.33 | |
| 358 | 2011-01-27 13:09:31 | 49.94 | |
| 79 | 2011-01-12 13:32:26 | 44.42 | |
| 7 | 2011-01-09 10:11:22 | 40.14 |