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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1144 | 2009-10-10 13:10:41 | 96.85 | |
| 892 | 2009-09-17 09:43:54 | 89.78 | |
| 754 | 2009-08-31 09:40:58 | 75.45 | |
| 318 | 2009-04-13 16:21:43 | 99.17 |