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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 939 | 2009-03-22 18:19:09 | 72.28 | |
| 830 | 2009-03-17 22:12:04 | 62.15 | |
| 647 | 2009-03-15 01:15:31 | 76.08 | |
| 548 | 2009-03-13 21:39:14 | 63.88 | |
| 201 | 2009-02-25 12:51:37 | 68.04 |