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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1508 | 2011-07-17 16:08:26 | 75.86 | 93% |
| 1445 | 2011-06-10 16:01:49 | 64.50 | 91% |
| 1194 | 2010-04-15 01:50:26 | 65.68 | |
| 1094 | 2010-04-06 16:08:18 | 74.15 | |
| 1012 | 2010-03-22 15:26:15 | 80.50 | |
| 861 | 2010-03-18 01:49:23 | 62.93 | |
| 43 | 2010-02-01 16:23:12 | 67.11 |