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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1040 | 2009-04-26 18:16:31 | 68.81 | |
| 1038 | 2009-04-26 18:12:32 | 66.57 | |
| 961 | 2009-04-23 17:19:10 | 66.56 | |
| 679 | 2009-04-19 17:30:15 | 63.52 | |
| 250 | 2009-04-15 02:35:58 | 59.77 | |
| 30 | 2009-03-26 16:33:46 | 53.09 |