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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 965 | 2012-03-09 06:01:23 | 91.11 | 91% |
| 903 | 2012-03-07 14:42:19 | 105.58 | 99% |
| 836 | 2010-09-13 06:51:52 | 92.78 | |
| 742 | 2010-09-12 06:47:16 | 95.62 | |
| 423 | 2010-04-07 08:52:48 | 86.39 |