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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1704 | 2010-05-17 01:03:29 | 119.76 | |
| 1686 | 2010-05-13 01:07:24 | 116.24 | |
| 1305 | 2009-09-24 22:34:43 | 118.14 | |
| 1092 | 2009-06-13 02:40:00 | 125.59 | |
| 1023 | 2009-06-10 10:39:19 | 116.09 | |
| 954 | 2009-06-09 03:32:24 | 104.75 |