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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1564 | 2011-05-02 13:29:03 | 61.54 | |
| 559 | 2011-04-18 20:20:51 | 49.26 | |
| 254 | 2011-04-15 20:42:58 | 38.48 | |
| 194 | 2011-04-15 02:23:36 | 36.78 |