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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 684 | 2009-05-14 14:17:41 | 49.07 | |
| 574 | 2009-03-30 14:52:55 | 45.12 | |
| 355 | 2009-02-27 15:42:16 | 42.31 | |
| 324 | 2009-02-16 17:23:53 | 47.94 | |
| 230 | 2009-01-30 16:45:39 | 43.55 |