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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1623 | 2011-11-03 18:42:18 | 101.60 | 97% |
| 1509 | 2009-10-21 00:21:55 | 113.47 | |
| 1435 | 2009-10-16 19:10:41 | 119.31 | |
| 905 | 2009-09-09 22:36:58 | 103.63 | |
| 433 | 2009-08-27 02:48:59 | 113.86 |