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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2978 | 2009-07-03 08:45:14 | 81.29 | |
| 1879 | 2009-06-20 08:35:29 | 89.46 | |
| 1225 | 2009-06-07 12:11:50 | 79.21 | |
| 902 | 2009-06-04 03:06:11 | 91.04 | |
| 868 | 2009-06-03 01:19:56 | 92.17 | |
| 362 | 2009-05-24 07:48:36 | 95.59 |