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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1977 | 2009-05-24 19:56:46 | 98.86 | |
| 1661 | 2009-04-16 22:38:01 | 95.93 | |
| 919 | 2009-03-23 00:50:04 | 83.57 | |
| 427 | 2009-03-13 22:36:46 | 83.51 | |
| 26 | 2009-02-28 18:32:19 | 48.75 |