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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 719 | 2011-01-11 07:59:56 | 25.53 | |
| 646 | 2010-12-13 06:56:48 | 30.26 | |
| 434 | 2010-09-28 07:38:00 | 26.05 | |
| 283 | 2010-09-22 07:53:27 | 26.15 |