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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 985 | 2009-08-24 20:53:36 | 39.36 | |
| 881 | 2009-08-24 15:15:44 | 45.19 | |
| 805 | 2009-08-23 21:23:37 | 38.27 | |
| 609 | 2009-08-22 23:20:54 | 43.22 | |
| 264 | 2009-08-18 22:08:58 | 38.62 | |
| 132 | 2009-08-17 19:20:52 | 39.73 |