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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1161 | 2009-11-27 11:00:24 | 81.54 | |
| 877 | 2009-10-23 06:53:15 | 67.44 | |
| 835 | 2009-10-21 11:23:13 | 70.87 | |
| 609 | 2009-09-09 12:06:03 | 73.63 | |
| 600 | 2009-09-09 11:06:09 | 75.26 | |
| 53 | 2009-08-24 11:44:42 | 70.06 | |
| 16 | 2009-08-23 13:50:23 | 67.99 |