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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1214 | 2010-05-09 16:24:19 | 85.26 | |
| 516 | 2010-01-29 01:57:04 | 81.61 | |
| 393 | 2010-01-27 16:21:53 | 81.53 | |
| 131 | 2009-11-29 17:16:05 | 71.56 |