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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 783 | 2010-08-24 09:10:56 | 75.84 | |
| 732 | 2010-07-27 06:40:08 | 71.69 | |
| 391 | 2010-07-24 21:04:34 | 75.55 | |
| 22 | 2010-07-15 17:47:53 | 66.77 |