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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1057 | 2010-06-01 15:20:15 | 58.70 | |
| 923 | 2010-05-19 13:48:13 | 52.88 | |
| 915 | 2010-05-19 13:30:33 | 53.52 | |
| 905 | 2010-05-18 15:44:57 | 50.38 | |
| 776 | 2010-05-09 05:35:35 | 48.37 | |
| 747 | 2010-04-07 16:23:18 | 43.48 | |
| 710 | 2010-03-11 10:20:24 | 45.67 | |
| 620 | 2010-01-25 06:53:31 | 38.70 | |
| 333 | 2009-10-16 06:10:15 | 34.87 |