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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1048 | 2011-03-07 12:10:18 | 65.63 | |
| 776 | 2010-01-03 11:38:17 | 65.39 | |
| 135 | 2009-09-20 08:11:16 | 58.35 | |
| 83 | 2009-09-06 13:01:37 | 60.40 |