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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1785 | 2009-03-28 09:22:03 | 92.34 | |
| 1533 | 2009-02-28 03:23:42 | 83.51 | |
| 1444 | 2009-02-26 11:13:47 | 88.57 | |
| 1420 | 2009-02-26 10:50:40 | 94.37 | |
| 1375 | 2009-02-24 14:00:27 | 91.46 | |
| 1354 | 2009-02-24 12:39:42 | 89.03 | |
| 1326 | 2009-02-24 12:04:40 | 81.40 | |
| 1283 | 2009-02-24 08:56:33 | 84.50 | |
| 968 | 2009-02-13 17:31:59 | 88.39 | |
| 854 | 2009-01-25 15:18:10 | 85.48 | |
| 669 | 2008-12-09 04:24:46 | 80.90 | |
| 619 | 2008-12-08 09:46:03 | 77.63 | |
| 552 | 2008-10-24 04:30:23 | 76.11 |