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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1280 | 2009-02-07 11:52:05 | 56.62 | |
| 989 | 2009-01-28 07:01:07 | 63.54 | |
| 728 | 2009-01-21 06:40:37 | 58.83 | |
| 509 | 2009-01-15 08:44:45 | 58.73 |