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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1108 | 2008-11-13 09:19:30 | 42.06 | |
| 618 | 2008-10-14 09:19:57 | 33.42 | |
| 589 | 2008-10-13 12:34:46 | 28.15 | |
| 436 | 2008-09-30 09:17:59 | 30.22 | |
| 367 | 2008-09-25 13:22:28 | 32.90 | |
| 268 | 2008-09-23 08:40:36 | 32.56 | |
| 191 | 2008-09-19 23:32:14 | 25.25 | |
| 163 | 2008-09-19 10:11:09 | 28.97 | |
| 73 | 2008-09-18 12:10:36 | 28.45 |