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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1384 | 2010-07-18 23:13:25 | 76.36 | |
| 1226 | 2010-06-27 23:48:29 | 75.85 | |
| 1156 | 2010-06-22 22:34:01 | 71.37 | |
| 891 | 2010-06-04 01:06:28 | 73.93 | |
| 781 | 2010-05-29 01:45:21 | 70.30 | |
| 719 | 2010-05-21 21:09:13 | 62.31 | |
| 132 | 2010-04-26 04:50:27 | 60.92 | |
| 30 | 2010-01-09 20:53:28 | 65.34 |