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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2502 | 2010-11-30 21:09:19 | 60.00 | |
| 2025 | 2010-09-30 18:01:27 | 57.57 | |
| 1761 | 2010-07-13 20:35:03 | 47.06 | |
| 846 | 2010-01-07 14:48:19 | 43.60 | |
| 408 | 2009-09-16 23:35:30 | 32.37 | |
| 295 | 2009-09-03 21:49:57 | 28.82 | |
| 284 | 2009-09-03 21:12:25 | 32.41 |