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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2554 | 2010-10-02 07:04:44 | 36.45 | |
| 2119 | 2010-09-10 06:19:34 | 35.91 | |
| 1243 | 2010-08-21 06:43:36 | 33.94 | |
| 1210 | 2010-08-21 03:35:32 | 33.60 | |
| 1090 | 2010-08-18 02:47:42 | 31.64 | |
| 583 | 2010-07-31 08:31:41 | 32.37 |