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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2391 | 2012-12-10 21:20:49 | 52.80 | 96% |
| 1336 | 2009-11-20 17:59:05 | 51.43 | |
| 954 | 2009-06-12 06:40:49 | 53.14 | |
| 907 | 2009-06-10 19:36:47 | 54.89 | |
| 607 | 2009-05-04 17:04:23 | 49.18 | |
| 492 | 2009-04-15 19:54:13 | 44.29 | |
| 431 | 2009-04-09 15:23:22 | 48.19 | |
| 141 | 2009-03-15 14:03:10 | 42.93 |