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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1555 | 2010-03-14 20:44:01 | 111.55 | |
| 1448 | 2010-03-11 00:40:43 | 102.13 | |
| 1376 | 2010-03-07 16:48:51 | 123.35 | |
| 1268 | 2010-03-03 22:29:23 | 121.71 | |
| 1230 | 2010-03-02 21:05:42 | 104.16 | |
| 1124 | 2010-03-01 15:44:06 | 117.45 | |
| 418 | 2010-02-10 15:07:00 | 93.13 | |
| 393 | 2010-02-10 14:45:39 | 133.05 | |
| 238 | 2010-02-09 11:32:43 | 111.21 |