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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3383 | 2010-12-19 01:03:05 | 69.64 | |
| 3059 | 2010-07-18 12:07:19 | 93.02 | |
| 2676 | 2010-04-17 18:15:59 | 84.10 | |
| 2090 | 2010-03-14 04:25:40 | 98.41 | |
| 2063 | 2010-03-12 07:57:26 | 105.86 | |
| 1929 | 2010-03-06 07:20:13 | 86.56 | |
| 1578 | 2010-02-22 13:48:56 | 101.33 | |
| 1364 | 2010-02-20 17:25:45 | 71.44 | |
| 671 | 2010-01-31 09:37:24 | 96.67 | |
| 492 | 2010-01-29 14:36:26 | 101.21 | |
| 104 | 2010-01-17 10:46:29 | 100.28 |