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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2936 | 2011-04-25 04:35:54 | 58.48 | |
| 2325 | 2009-06-24 02:06:16 | 57.79 | |
| 2139 | 2009-05-30 17:26:50 | 59.14 | |
| 1287 | 2009-03-07 18:56:53 | 49.08 | |
| 1259 | 2009-03-01 19:54:05 | 55.12 | |
| 722 | 2008-11-05 15:27:27 | 56.01 |