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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1047 | 2009-03-27 13:50:41 | 41.89 | |
| 597 | 2009-03-05 15:36:13 | 37.23 | |
| 152 | 2009-02-20 11:48:15 | 38.27 | |
| 98 | 2009-02-19 00:26:14 | 31.13 |