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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 988 | 2012-02-21 16:40:48 | 41.43 | 94% |
| 949 | 2012-02-19 06:29:57 | 40.96 | 93% |
| 740 | 2011-10-08 15:14:46 | 42.55 | 94% |
| 597 | 2011-09-11 05:44:23 | 35.43 | 96% |
| 181 | 2011-04-02 07:24:36 | 32.56 |