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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1227 | 2009-03-31 11:21:26 | 92.52 | |
| 1013 | 2009-02-28 11:42:32 | 108.62 | |
| 1010 | 2009-02-27 14:33:33 | 87.57 | |
| 443 | 2009-01-22 13:14:20 | 87.64 | |
| 65 | 2009-01-13 12:49:19 | 95.04 | |
| 54 | 2009-01-12 14:16:40 | 91.90 |