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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1503 | 2010-05-08 06:01:52 | 64.47 | |
| 826 | 2010-04-17 03:35:25 | 61.04 | |
| 472 | 2010-04-11 22:55:11 | 49.41 | |
| 202 | 2010-04-02 04:57:49 | 50.67 | |
| 108 | 2010-03-31 10:05:02 | 44.43 |