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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1348 | 2010-05-24 18:21:03 | 57.89 | |
| 1300 | 2010-05-19 11:26:15 | 59.34 | |
| 909 | 2010-04-15 17:49:40 | 59.64 | |
| 903 | 2010-04-15 12:39:42 | 58.63 | |
| 560 | 2010-03-18 19:16:42 | 48.59 | |
| 340 | 2010-03-11 14:04:40 | 52.35 | |
| 128 | 2010-01-26 13:00:42 | 43.53 |