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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1663 | 2009-12-26 08:18:53 | 48.12 | |
| 1515 | 2009-10-28 20:09:29 | 48.26 | |
| 1358 | 2009-10-18 22:03:22 | 41.32 | |
| 1178 | 2009-10-05 19:23:16 | 50.16 | |
| 1151 | 2009-10-04 19:39:41 | 44.55 | |
| 862 | 2009-09-21 10:41:51 | 44.99 | |
| 160 | 2009-08-24 20:53:31 | 41.92 |