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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 995 | 2011-01-25 17:12:23 | 80.12 | |
| 412 | 2010-10-15 16:26:26 | 91.43 | |
| 390 | 2010-10-08 16:25:48 | 99.88 | |
| 381 | 2010-10-07 16:57:20 | 74.55 | |
| 371 | 2010-10-06 16:39:58 | 60.59 |