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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2381 | 2010-02-25 06:40:57 | 55.31 | |
| 1806 | 2009-11-30 09:40:31 | 56.97 | |
| 1079 | 2009-07-29 08:11:28 | 54.42 | |
| 452 | 2009-06-05 09:27:21 | 48.59 | |
| 36 | 2009-05-13 10:47:01 | 35.02 |