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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 996 | 2010-04-24 21:22:30 | 70.23 | |
| 648 | 2009-03-11 14:37:26 | 76.31 | |
| 635 | 2009-03-10 19:09:24 | 70.82 | |
| 614 | 2009-03-09 20:12:58 | 76.87 | |
| 316 | 2009-02-17 17:38:39 | 75.46 |