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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1848 | 2010-12-27 03:54:54 | 46.55 | |
| 1741 | 2010-12-22 06:38:07 | 46.32 | |
| 1721 | 2010-12-20 09:22:18 | 44.00 | |
| 1056 | 2010-11-25 07:13:48 | 39.11 | |
| 243 | 2010-11-09 05:57:25 | 32.17 |