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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1043 | 2010-02-10 04:45:00 | 38.67 | |
| 648 | 2009-03-11 04:34:09 | 40.04 | |
| 449 | 2009-02-27 07:55:59 | 40.38 | |
| 320 | 2009-02-25 07:54:12 | 27.51 |