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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1426 | 2010-12-30 13:42:08 | 48.85 | |
| 1259 | 2010-12-26 14:40:55 | 46.58 | |
| 903 | 2010-12-12 17:28:53 | 41.39 | |
| 329 | 2010-11-17 05:36:27 | 30.76 | |
| 58 | 2010-09-11 04:58:39 | 24.84 |