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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2126 | 2009-05-17 02:23:06 | 98.16 | |
| 1921 | 2009-04-22 15:29:56 | 104.68 | |
| 1722 | 2009-04-01 19:00:12 | 94.59 | |
| 1452 | 2009-03-08 23:23:06 | 89.20 | |
| 1445 | 2009-03-08 14:30:22 | 83.90 | |
| 906 | 2009-02-19 19:26:07 | 76.65 | |
| 662 | 2009-02-15 00:15:53 | 86.34 | |
| 433 | 2009-02-11 18:37:55 | 103.63 | |
| 36 | 2009-02-06 16:44:45 | 78.85 |