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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 605 | 2010-01-23 08:39:34 | 72.32 | |
| 416 | 2010-01-09 09:09:42 | 66.58 | |
| 178 | 2009-12-19 05:54:56 | 60.02 | |
| 166 | 2009-12-18 11:10:48 | 70.21 |