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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 250 | 2009-05-16 08:17:31 | 57.99 | |
| 208 | 2009-05-13 07:51:53 | 59.52 | |
| 114 | 2009-04-25 06:01:57 | 55.04 |