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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 660 | 2009-06-02 14:10:06 | 101.09 | |
| 568 | 2009-06-01 15:08:52 | 93.91 | |
| 527 | 2009-06-01 14:08:01 | 93.92 | |
| 435 | 2009-06-01 11:44:31 | 75.59 |