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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 989 | 2010-03-18 13:08:25 | 116.34 | |
| 883 | 2010-03-17 10:15:12 | 52.38 | |
| 696 | 2010-03-14 14:35:40 | 111.13 | |
| 335 | 2010-03-12 11:27:44 | 111.31 |