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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 319 | 2009-06-23 00:34:30 | 97.00 | |
| 311 | 2009-06-22 22:50:12 | 99.49 | |
| 177 | 2009-06-17 04:20:06 | 91.98 | |
| 101 | 2009-06-11 17:58:32 | 81.79 |