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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1901 | 2010-07-24 21:45:22 | 60.79 | |
| 1726 | 2010-07-24 15:12:51 | 67.43 | |
| 1308 | 2010-07-21 04:41:42 | 70.71 | |
| 1288 | 2010-07-21 04:19:08 | 71.55 | |
| 1264 | 2010-07-21 03:38:41 | 69.24 | |
| 706 | 2010-06-25 15:10:25 | 73.82 | |
| 109 | 2010-06-09 17:58:07 | 70.53 |