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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 554 | 2009-12-04 21:36:33 | 42.54 | |
| 510 | 2009-11-30 16:34:22 | 40.21 | |
| 368 | 2009-11-11 20:14:23 | 29.85 | |
| 79 | 2009-09-15 21:09:21 | 47.97 |