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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1755 | 2011-03-05 15:38:40 | 60.54 | |
| 1658 | 2011-02-13 22:01:53 | 70.71 | |
| 1413 | 2010-11-12 13:45:53 | 68.95 | |
| 1082 | 2010-10-24 21:34:04 | 57.34 | |
| 469 | 2009-12-27 01:50:04 | 64.62 | |
| 348 | 2009-12-13 05:40:02 | 63.06 | |
| 259 | 2009-11-22 03:18:56 | 59.32 | |
| 16 | 2009-11-02 16:55:01 | 63.99 |