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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2231 | 2010-10-03 05:37:20 | 88.08 | |
| 1970 | 2010-08-13 03:39:12 | 92.96 | |
| 1956 | 2010-08-11 04:50:30 | 89.65 | |
| 1950 | 2010-08-11 04:41:45 | 90.80 | |
| 1170 | 2010-05-30 20:47:43 | 85.27 | |
| 1103 | 2010-05-27 00:41:34 | 73.92 | |
| 1051 | 2010-05-24 17:36:24 | 86.10 | |
| 991 | 2010-05-20 03:25:21 | 87.69 | |
| 694 | 2010-05-08 21:51:57 | 73.34 | |
| 460 | 2010-05-01 03:23:32 | 73.22 | |
| 166 | 2010-04-14 23:41:28 | 66.87 |