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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3057 | 2010-09-09 04:33:03 | 98.55 | |
| 3004 | 2010-01-11 01:42:00 | 93.59 | |
| 1533 | 2009-11-08 14:51:22 | 88.41 | |
| 1176 | 2009-10-24 15:48:19 | 80.46 | |
| 962 | 2009-10-11 22:11:43 | 92.19 | |
| 704 | 2008-12-22 01:00:56 | 74.19 |