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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2606 | 2010-12-10 00:31:43 | 91.72 | |
| 2487 | 2010-10-09 17:35:19 | 78.09 | |
| 2459 | 2010-08-23 01:59:09 | 85.67 | |
| 1781 | 2010-03-02 18:17:58 | 85.13 | |
| 1733 | 2010-02-27 19:48:46 | 78.79 | |
| 1732 | 2010-02-27 19:47:43 | 75.74 | |
| 833 | 2009-11-17 18:22:19 | 78.63 | |
| 672 | 2009-11-12 17:40:13 | 73.27 | |
| 348 | 2009-10-21 21:02:32 | 60.76 | |
| 96 | 2009-10-07 20:54:41 | 42.51 |