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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 687 | 2010-07-30 02:46:26 | 81.68 | |
| 467 | 2009-09-24 20:23:13 | 82.81 | |
| 375 | 2009-06-07 02:50:56 | 87.99 | |
| 320 | 2009-05-22 04:14:30 | 77.63 | |
| 1 | 2008-09-21 03:01:20 | 82.16 |