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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 619 | 2009-03-18 12:16:31 | 84.41 | |
| 331 | 2009-03-04 12:45:41 | 94.65 | |
| 267 | 2009-03-02 12:50:57 | 93.41 | |
| 164 | 2009-02-20 14:05:43 | 101.13 |