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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 282 | 2008-09-30 04:58:26 | 54.95 | |
| 267 | 2008-09-29 13:23:27 | 54.82 | |
| 246 | 2008-09-29 10:20:24 | 49.93 | |
| 190 | 2008-09-24 10:04:49 | 54.77 | |
| 184 | 2008-09-23 13:16:22 | 54.77 |