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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2621 | 2009-11-13 05:10:56 | 100.29 | |
| 2505 | 2009-06-15 02:09:21 | 77.60 | |
| 2362 | 2009-01-19 00:47:45 | 75.41 | |
| 2300 | 2009-01-13 05:23:33 | 94.00 | |
| 1723 | 2008-10-12 15:51:57 | 78.08 | |
| 1649 | 2008-10-10 05:32:18 | 96.18 |