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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1012 | 2008-10-23 02:59:26 | 50.09 | |
| 958 | 2008-10-06 13:00:30 | 48.75 | |
| 953 | 2008-10-06 12:45:34 | 45.10 | |
| 722 | 2008-09-15 14:46:31 | 54.35 | |
| 519 | 2008-09-08 07:06:38 | 49.37 | |
| 299 | 2008-09-06 19:54:46 | 46.42 | |
| 192 | 2008-09-06 06:55:11 | 52.47 | |
| 132 | 2008-09-03 10:21:41 | 46.90 | |
| 31 | 2008-08-20 18:09:02 | 41.35 |