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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 583 | 2009-11-11 16:12:32 | 47.55 | |
| 531 | 2009-09-12 07:06:41 | 45.87 | |
| 507 | 2009-08-30 11:48:45 | 43.89 | |
| 463 | 2009-08-23 07:30:18 | 43.43 | |
| 459 | 2009-08-23 06:51:14 | 55.02 | |
| 259 | 2009-07-18 06:23:37 | 38.47 | |
| 49 | 2009-07-07 16:12:32 | 38.25 |