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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1017 | 2009-04-24 10:56:42 | 54.96 | |
| 1001 | 2009-04-22 08:40:45 | 55.99 | |
| 940 | 2009-04-17 01:46:55 | 57.57 | |
| 902 | 2009-04-08 10:43:31 | 47.62 | |
| 757 | 2009-04-06 05:58:01 | 59.34 | |
| 501 | 2009-03-27 12:35:54 | 57.71 | |
| 92 | 2009-03-12 12:32:59 | 53.20 |