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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1412 | 2010-07-09 01:01:30 | 67.67 | |
| 1274 | 2010-07-03 03:34:44 | 73.79 | |
| 938 | 2009-04-02 13:24:25 | 59.44 | |
| 863 | 2009-04-01 02:09:27 | 63.18 | |
| 707 | 2009-03-26 05:14:03 | 62.47 | |
| 634 | 2009-03-25 09:55:18 | 73.83 | |
| 395 | 2009-03-17 17:15:43 | 55.74 | |
| 318 | 2009-03-17 04:58:06 | 59.01 |