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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1453 | 2009-07-16 02:21:07 | 49.71 | |
| 1425 | 2009-07-14 23:00:21 | 53.47 | |
| 855 | 2009-06-09 05:22:51 | 41.04 | |
| 698 | 2009-05-12 15:41:58 | 47.92 | |
| 669 | 2009-05-10 22:47:53 | 42.54 | |
| 401 | 2009-04-17 00:16:40 | 39.24 |