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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2611 | 2010-05-02 18:46:32 | 61.09 | |
| 1990 | 2010-03-23 18:10:09 | 51.30 | |
| 1973 | 2010-03-22 19:45:42 | 51.51 | |
| 1132 | 2010-02-28 20:50:02 | 42.95 | |
| 1066 | 2010-02-28 15:02:26 | 41.65 | |
| 778 | 2010-02-06 19:50:11 | 36.81 | |
| 580 | 2010-02-03 19:28:03 | 33.53 |