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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 704 | 2009-06-25 03:18:55 | 44.70 | |
| 523 | 2009-04-06 05:59:22 | 49.45 | |
| 154 | 2009-01-21 01:31:46 | 43.79 | |
| 39 | 2009-01-16 05:45:26 | 46.30 |