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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 562 | 2011-02-27 03:07:15 | 34.86 | |
| 365 | 2010-10-26 10:57:21 | 38.14 | |
| 130 | 2010-09-13 11:22:57 | 34.51 | |
| 73 | 2010-09-05 04:34:17 | 33.58 |