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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1390 | 2009-03-25 09:55:09 | 92.19 | |
| 1215 | 2009-03-24 04:17:13 | 94.18 | |
| 808 | 2009-03-18 14:13:34 | 99.56 | |
| 623 | 2009-03-16 08:46:53 | 84.37 |