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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1567 | 2009-12-19 19:19:27 | 62.35 | |
| 1245 | 2009-09-17 21:20:16 | 65.69 | |
| 1015 | 2009-08-27 18:56:01 | 67.71 | |
| 836 | 2009-07-01 23:37:50 | 64.76 | |
| 791 | 2009-06-30 16:15:37 | 65.04 | |
| 570 | 2009-06-24 20:42:47 | 64.17 | |
| 420 | 2009-06-21 20:33:44 | 68.62 | |
| 310 | 2009-06-11 19:44:34 | 65.72 | |
| 259 | 2009-06-09 21:49:06 | 63.85 | |
| 227 | 2009-06-09 21:10:37 | 70.75 | |
| 8 | 2009-05-27 03:51:54 | 66.14 |