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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3609 | 2010-09-25 11:26:52 | 88.28 | |
| 3446 | 2010-09-13 14:15:37 | 101.60 | |
| 3075 | 2010-09-01 10:02:55 | 79.81 | |
| 3065 | 2010-08-27 08:23:08 | 90.35 | |
| 2939 | 2010-08-20 01:06:17 | 92.46 | |
| 2252 | 2010-08-07 04:48:04 | 90.88 | |
| 2231 | 2010-08-06 10:17:44 | 90.67 | |
| 1347 | 2010-07-11 01:43:59 | 77.44 | |
| 148 | 2010-05-23 10:21:06 | 65.06 |