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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1504 | 2012-01-29 11:25:57 | 58.36 | 91% |
| 842 | 2010-06-09 15:11:29 | 49.77 | |
| 579 | 2010-06-03 00:46:53 | 56.98 | |
| 276 | 2010-05-18 02:04:25 | 48.45 | |
| 273 | 2010-05-18 02:01:02 | 47.91 |