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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1160 | 2010-05-14 02:48:40 | 80.90 | |
| 1134 | 2010-05-14 00:30:05 | 86.74 | |
| 878 | 2010-04-23 02:42:57 | 71.54 | |
| 820 | 2010-04-22 03:22:38 | 74.82 | |
| 492 | 2010-04-18 16:47:05 | 78.33 |