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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4466 | 2014-12-12 00:15:22 | 105.79 | 97% |
| 2507 | 2011-10-10 19:10:10 | 93.37 | 93% |
| 2274 | 2011-05-18 21:56:10 | 90.77 | 93% |
| 2167 | 2011-05-16 01:52:54 | 109.58 | 97% |
| 610 | 2009-08-30 06:34:10 | 99.55 | |
| 142 | 2009-08-20 04:28:51 | 80.36 |