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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 257 | 2009-01-29 08:17:58 | 135.83 | |
| 236 | 2008-12-16 06:36:25 | 129.22 | |
| 90 | 2008-12-12 00:27:47 | 117.76 | |
| 66 | 2008-12-11 16:56:04 | 119.33 |