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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 935 | 2009-03-11 11:58:53 | 57.37 | |
| 633 | 2009-01-12 08:07:02 | 57.41 | |
| 199 | 2008-12-24 05:49:11 | 59.71 | |
| 60 | 2008-12-22 06:27:19 | 54.50 |