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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2342 | 2009-12-17 12:46:37 | 65.01 | |
| 2013 | 2009-09-12 09:33:47 | 54.60 | |
| 1729 | 2009-08-26 15:33:58 | 51.55 | |
| 1656 | 2009-07-31 09:59:07 | 60.62 | |
| 1646 | 2009-07-31 09:28:39 | 52.41 | |
| 1446 | 2009-07-01 13:17:28 | 51.58 | |
| 671 | 2009-05-27 12:18:51 | 46.47 | |
| 662 | 2009-05-27 08:52:15 | 43.71 | |
| 438 | 2009-05-17 10:36:23 | 46.44 | |
| 160 | 2009-05-07 18:06:33 | 38.51 |