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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1116 | 2010-09-22 06:54:57 | 119.25 | |
| 1096 | 2010-09-21 13:12:23 | 108.87 | |
| 1085 | 2010-09-21 10:52:34 | 111.54 | |
| 552 | 2010-09-04 02:29:11 | 103.24 | |
| 268 | 2010-08-28 02:14:36 | 101.13 | |
| 146 | 2010-08-21 07:41:48 | 108.54 | |
| 56 | 2010-08-19 15:42:58 | 102.42 |