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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2077 | 2010-12-01 09:11:13 | 59.58 | |
| 1316 | 2010-09-23 18:31:14 | 54.76 | |
| 1200 | 2010-09-21 08:43:55 | 57.97 | |
| 766 | 2010-09-03 12:39:32 | 51.65 | |
| 674 | 2010-09-01 16:26:56 | 58.48 | |
| 544 | 2010-08-30 14:48:27 | 64.31 |