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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2532 | 2010-04-05 03:04:56 | 80.02 | |
| 2525 | 2010-04-03 22:44:48 | 72.94 | |
| 2519 | 2010-04-02 22:21:24 | 69.20 | |
| 2492 | 2010-03-25 21:44:09 | 73.47 | |
| 1944 | 2010-02-07 03:32:01 | 67.84 | |
| 1699 | 2010-01-03 19:19:21 | 65.90 | |
| 824 | 2009-09-05 18:27:31 | 63.24 | |
| 563 | 2009-07-16 03:08:16 | 58.25 | |
| 423 | 2009-06-16 19:05:13 | 58.39 | |
| 256 | 2009-03-03 04:23:37 | 52.14 |