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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 748 | 2009-02-26 03:30:53 | 38.78 | |
| 595 | 2009-02-10 00:56:38 | 35.72 | |
| 439 | 2008-09-27 22:53:39 | 33.57 | |
| 369 | 2008-09-24 03:01:41 | 35.37 | |
| 341 | 2008-09-19 03:00:07 | 38.62 | |
| 200 | 2008-08-27 01:59:03 | 35.68 | |
| 154 | 2008-08-22 03:08:57 | 32.39 | |
| 90 | 2008-08-19 03:30:34 | 40.02 | |
| 81 | 2008-08-19 01:04:51 | 41.57 |