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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1769 | 2011-02-13 18:02:02 | 92.48 | |
| 1219 | 2011-01-21 21:11:57 | 98.89 | |
| 875 | 2011-01-07 21:12:13 | 82.15 | |
| 456 | 2010-12-18 00:07:54 | 76.96 | |
| 188 | 2010-11-30 02:28:58 | 77.97 |