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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1603 | 2010-08-10 17:34:45 | 71.06 | |
| 1535 | 2010-08-10 12:30:56 | 69.06 | |
| 1298 | 2010-08-07 02:05:12 | 61.62 | |
| 1128 | 2010-08-02 19:31:37 | 70.37 | |
| 726 | 2010-07-25 11:26:54 | 59.84 | |
| 615 | 2010-07-24 01:24:28 | 54.37 | |
| 598 | 2010-07-24 00:59:01 | 48.86 | |
| 452 | 2010-07-22 00:43:13 | 62.93 | |
| 445 | 2010-07-22 00:34:15 | 49.59 | |
| 346 | 2010-07-19 19:05:23 | 48.70 |