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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1812 | 2010-12-06 12:35:53 | 104.25 | |
| 1674 | 2010-11-14 09:08:22 | 119.77 | |
| 1648 | 2010-11-12 00:27:52 | 109.71 | |
| 1329 | 2010-09-05 17:29:54 | 111.89 | |
| 883 | 2010-07-12 00:08:54 | 105.82 | |
| 752 | 2010-07-06 11:16:34 | 99.49 | |
| 568 | 2010-06-19 01:30:28 | 100.85 | |
| 220 | 2010-05-12 00:13:44 | 93.04 | |
| 108 | 2010-05-02 10:44:48 | 103.06 |