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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1191 | 2009-11-12 23:27:27 | 58.93 | |
| 1141 | 2009-11-10 17:57:19 | 54.14 | |
| 1097 | 2009-11-06 19:11:21 | 49.65 | |
| 111 | 2009-09-21 14:24:03 | 45.77 |