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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 971 | 2009-02-20 14:05:45 | 93.39 | |
| 948 | 2009-02-19 16:10:56 | 89.58 | |
| 488 | 2009-01-24 11:57:01 | 87.94 | |
| 132 | 2009-01-05 16:43:58 | 89.08 |