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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2898 | 2010-09-01 16:21:44 | 38.01 | |
| 2746 | 2010-08-18 14:41:33 | 46.60 | |
| 2577 | 2010-08-05 14:33:16 | 45.43 | |
| 1736 | 2010-05-28 14:01:54 | 36.80 | |
| 1547 | 2010-05-18 11:32:59 | 44.40 | |
| 1425 | 2010-05-06 15:00:00 | 46.25 | |
| 1103 | 2010-04-12 13:21:44 | 41.33 | |
| 862 | 2010-04-01 11:46:11 | 44.35 | |
| 860 | 2010-04-01 11:40:30 | 37.00 | |
| 482 | 2010-03-12 14:41:59 | 43.96 | |
| 365 | 2010-03-05 13:12:54 | 40.69 | |
| 342 | 2010-03-04 14:29:20 | 43.14 |