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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1045 | 2009-03-31 16:07:49 | 61.95 | |
| 967 | 2009-03-31 03:38:46 | 65.57 | |
| 887 | 2009-03-30 03:56:03 | 59.80 | |
| 872 | 2009-03-28 03:05:46 | 65.05 | |
| 426 | 2009-03-21 12:01:56 | 64.98 | |
| 378 | 2009-03-21 04:32:11 | 52.84 | |
| 274 | 2009-03-20 08:20:07 | 66.16 | |
| 267 | 2009-03-20 08:11:59 | 55.49 | |
| 53 | 2009-03-19 07:41:27 | 60.31 |