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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1284 | 2009-04-15 08:50:55 | 86.43 | |
| 1150 | 2009-03-21 04:31:45 | 91.83 | |
| 986 | 2009-03-08 02:35:31 | 77.26 | |
| 934 | 2009-03-05 10:21:12 | 80.54 | |
| 933 | 2009-03-05 09:34:50 | 82.08 | |
| 926 | 2009-03-05 08:15:22 | 80.17 | |
| 536 | 2009-02-16 05:20:18 | 62.29 | |
| 384 | 2009-02-10 09:29:33 | 80.28 | |
| 230 | 2009-01-28 02:33:28 | 76.68 |