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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1062 | 2009-10-10 01:20:12 | 53.42 | |
| 1051 | 2009-10-10 01:01:57 | 47.12 | |
| 763 | 2009-06-04 14:46:01 | 44.54 | |
| 309 | 2009-04-01 04:45:19 | 40.56 | |
| 36 | 2009-02-25 17:50:45 | 35.03 |