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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 793 | 2009-01-22 06:26:32 | 69.23 | |
| 768 | 2009-01-22 05:38:13 | 83.76 | |
| 654 | 2009-01-14 01:57:00 | 76.56 | |
| 467 | 2009-01-12 02:55:10 | 62.41 | |
| 460 | 2009-01-12 02:46:11 | 63.36 | |
| 444 | 2009-01-12 02:24:10 | 68.24 | |
| 337 | 2009-01-11 02:47:31 | 68.80 | |
| 136 | 2009-01-08 11:59:56 | 55.84 | |
| 10 | 2009-01-07 12:08:56 | 47.85 |