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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 864 | 2010-06-07 17:02:23 | 107.76 | |
| 862 | 2010-06-06 17:16:07 | 113.26 | |
| 652 | 2010-04-17 12:38:53 | 124.22 | |
| 551 | 2010-03-15 15:53:09 | 111.58 |