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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1615 | 2009-04-06 15:06:29 | 67.66 | |
| 1300 | 2009-03-28 08:22:28 | 63.85 | |
| 1161 | 2009-03-25 08:38:48 | 63.87 | |
| 634 | 2009-02-20 09:06:47 | 64.80 | |
| 473 | 2009-02-18 19:11:57 | 60.08 | |
| 471 | 2009-02-16 09:55:14 | 60.73 | |
| 407 | 2009-02-15 08:56:52 | 59.82 |