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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2654 | 2010-01-05 14:52:49 | 129.29 | |
| 2597 | 2009-11-28 01:59:14 | 116.68 | |
| 2471 | 2009-11-01 13:57:18 | 119.98 | |
| 2008 | 2009-08-27 02:48:55 | 129.06 | |
| 1774 | 2009-03-12 14:30:27 | 119.11 |