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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1915 | 2010-07-02 14:07:29 | 104.58 | |
| 1742 | 2010-06-14 19:40:56 | 96.41 | |
| 1648 | 2010-06-10 19:24:08 | 95.15 | |
| 1562 | 2010-06-02 22:30:07 | 94.46 | |
| 1281 | 2010-05-03 22:27:30 | 101.15 | |
| 1049 | 2010-04-05 12:20:38 | 82.82 | |
| 590 | 2009-12-07 13:45:14 | 87.24 | |
| 526 | 2009-12-06 17:28:46 | 96.16 | |
| 460 | 2009-12-05 19:09:09 | 84.27 |