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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 891 | 2011-11-16 20:41:18 | 48.49 | 95% |
| 321 | 2011-03-18 20:05:10 | 39.83 | |
| 49 | 2010-12-02 20:33:52 | 49.86 | |
| 9 | 2010-11-24 20:28:48 | 39.41 |