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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2512 | 2010-08-08 03:29:59 | 59.05 | |
| 2373 | 2010-05-29 14:37:28 | 50.86 | |
| 2253 | 2010-04-30 14:37:03 | 51.90 | |
| 2222 | 2010-04-24 09:29:43 | 47.29 | |
| 1937 | 2010-04-05 15:20:12 | 58.17 | |
| 1930 | 2010-04-05 09:12:41 | 44.01 | |
| 1606 | 2010-02-16 18:43:28 | 48.10 | |
| 1581 | 2010-02-15 18:25:43 | 43.12 | |
| 820 | 2009-12-28 15:38:40 | 37.50 | |
| 420 | 2009-12-16 18:22:12 | 29.46 |