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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1885 | 2009-05-05 14:01:13 | 48.23 | |
| 1797 | 2009-04-30 16:56:14 | 64.02 | |
| 1728 | 2009-04-22 17:02:03 | 64.57 | |
| 1441 | 2009-03-30 18:02:52 | 77.94 | |
| 1253 | 2009-03-07 10:13:06 | 63.97 | |
| 1182 | 2009-03-05 18:19:59 | 57.96 | |
| 1013 | 2009-02-27 17:25:40 | 76.38 |