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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1151 | 2012-05-22 16:21:34 | 88.91 | 94% |
| 508 | 2012-05-11 20:54:09 | 100.09 | 100% |
| 234 | 2012-05-07 06:25:24 | 85.13 | 94% |
| 200 | 2012-05-07 04:31:46 | 91.37 | 96% |