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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1248 | 2010-01-25 04:31:08 | 30.77 | |
| 763 | 2009-12-01 08:54:39 | 28.20 | |
| 657 | 2009-11-23 07:50:17 | 27.86 | |
| 476 | 2009-11-17 02:36:10 | 27.21 |