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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1270 | 2009-05-08 02:02:58 | 69.45 | |
| 931 | 2009-05-06 02:36:01 | 73.90 | |
| 845 | 2009-05-05 03:25:19 | 64.16 | |
| 775 | 2009-05-04 08:31:12 | 67.06 | |
| 626 | 2009-04-29 08:35:45 | 69.43 | |
| 426 | 2009-04-27 11:13:48 | 72.39 | |
| 281 | 2009-04-27 05:24:13 | 39.90 |