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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1361 | 2009-10-05 13:34:32 | 49.27 | |
| 992 | 2009-06-25 15:28:22 | 52.70 | |
| 880 | 2009-06-23 06:55:36 | 44.30 | |
| 191 | 2009-04-03 07:44:18 | 45.67 | |
| 89 | 2009-04-01 15:38:11 | 38.71 | |
| 37 | 2009-03-14 05:21:38 | 40.01 | |
| 13 | 2009-03-14 04:24:08 | 40.09 |