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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2015 | 2009-02-06 08:51:37 | 64.57 | |
| 1718 | 2009-01-14 10:39:52 | 72.55 | |
| 1634 | 2009-01-09 08:34:05 | 65.55 | |
| 1613 | 2009-01-09 04:22:09 | 53.73 | |
| 1612 | 2009-01-09 04:20:47 | 59.01 | |
| 1248 | 2008-12-28 06:59:03 | 64.62 | |
| 1017 | 2008-12-16 04:37:28 | 59.39 | |
| 704 | 2008-11-28 02:10:14 | 55.98 | |
| 384 | 2008-11-06 02:13:31 | 57.41 | |
| 319 | 2008-11-03 06:28:36 | 67.15 |