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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1654 | 2010-07-26 21:10:44 | 68.76 | |
| 1432 | 2009-11-10 00:23:31 | 60.06 | |
| 1397 | 2009-11-07 19:06:29 | 70.72 | |
| 201 | 2009-08-13 00:13:42 | 56.76 | |
| 165 | 2009-08-12 16:58:22 | 53.19 |