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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1049 | 2009-05-01 20:00:44 | 83.66 | |
| 861 | 2009-04-28 01:31:14 | 82.82 | |
| 786 | 2009-04-26 17:09:22 | 72.72 | |
| 759 | 2009-04-26 05:44:04 | 84.96 |