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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2288 | 2009-06-10 06:51:54 | 86.95 | |
| 1692 | 2009-02-18 15:45:11 | 85.21 | |
| 1418 | 2009-01-30 05:51:22 | 80.16 | |
| 1394 | 2009-01-29 08:34:53 | 87.71 | |
| 1385 | 2009-01-29 08:18:14 | 80.95 | |
| 1315 | 2009-01-22 05:24:10 | 65.95 | |
| 1282 | 2009-01-21 06:15:39 | 81.25 | |
| 1063 | 2009-01-15 05:23:20 | 84.80 | |
| 964 | 2009-01-13 07:10:42 | 80.41 | |
| 516 | 2009-01-05 08:23:43 | 74.52 | |
| 392 | 2009-01-05 02:41:18 | 69.33 |