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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1379 | 2011-08-19 16:29:09 | 62.86 | 87% |
| 1150 | 2009-04-03 15:28:40 | 56.36 | |
| 1039 | 2009-03-23 15:29:31 | 54.60 | |
| 665 | 2008-12-10 08:49:30 | 46.66 | |
| 330 | 2008-11-29 10:53:05 | 36.97 | |
| 115 | 2008-11-21 03:52:51 | 36.65 |