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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 975 | 2008-11-24 08:09:05 | 73.39 | |
| 434 | 2008-10-27 12:32:50 | 74.94 | |
| 391 | 2008-10-25 18:16:35 | 70.64 | |
| 373 | 2008-10-25 12:43:05 | 72.35 | |
| 304 | 2008-10-22 10:29:26 | 59.72 | |
| 90 | 2008-10-17 14:16:20 | 61.72 | |
| 75 | 2008-10-17 13:16:06 | 53.72 |