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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1627 | 2012-07-21 01:37:55 | 61.30 | 85% |
| 1581 | 2012-07-19 16:01:57 | 77.17 | 93% |
| 1563 | 2012-07-19 15:41:16 | 79.16 | 96% |
| 1438 | 2012-07-17 06:46:45 | 69.68 | 92% |
| 1008 | 2012-04-09 16:54:39 | 57.25 | 92% |
| 821 | 2012-04-05 18:16:57 | 59.01 | 95% |
| 544 | 2012-04-02 06:36:00 | 61.67 | 97% |