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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2058 | 2010-12-01 23:20:38 | 84.90 | |
| 1922 | 2010-10-12 21:55:13 | 107.97 | |
| 1422 | 2010-06-01 01:14:23 | 89.76 | |
| 1243 | 2010-02-27 10:04:54 | 79.14 | |
| 1020 | 2009-12-02 10:22:06 | 99.79 | |
| 449 | 2009-06-11 05:20:49 | 83.57 |