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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1016 | 2009-06-28 02:23:48 | 34.88 | |
| 676 | 2009-05-19 03:44:02 | 33.00 | |
| 584 | 2009-05-09 08:06:24 | 27.53 | |
| 435 | 2009-04-29 04:47:10 | 26.02 | |
| 272 | 2009-04-08 03:16:52 | 28.83 | |
| 248 | 2009-04-06 09:28:14 | 23.51 |