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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 892 | 2010-07-08 15:17:20 | 97.42 | |
| 688 | 2010-06-22 14:37:12 | 95.17 | |
| 442 | 2010-05-24 17:04:32 | 103.63 | |
| 235 | 2010-05-17 16:29:29 | 87.77 | |
| 234 | 2010-05-17 16:28:32 | 96.03 |