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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 610 | 2010-11-29 02:46:47 | 111.02 | |
| 602 | 2010-11-29 02:27:34 | 116.48 | |
| 485 | 2010-09-27 17:46:35 | 110.11 | |
| 406 | 2010-09-10 13:09:59 | 96.57 | |
| 284 | 2009-05-19 22:10:44 | 106.70 | |
| 219 | 2009-05-12 19:57:09 | 87.79 | |
| 94 | 2009-05-10 21:22:20 | 89.95 |