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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2269 | 2009-10-25 11:18:15 | 72.51 | |
| 2183 | 2009-10-21 17:22:20 | 80.98 | |
| 1745 | 2009-09-11 10:16:36 | 73.19 | |
| 1604 | 2009-09-06 09:05:15 | 59.36 | |
| 1289 | 2009-09-02 21:12:49 | 53.00 | |
| 1079 | 2009-08-27 09:32:51 | 70.01 | |
| 1056 | 2009-08-27 03:11:14 | 69.39 | |
| 509 | 2009-08-09 21:31:58 | 55.73 | |
| 499 | 2009-08-09 21:19:07 | 60.95 |