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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2519 | 2009-08-24 12:19:40 | 63.79 | |
| 2340 | 2009-07-07 12:59:07 | 61.45 | |
| 2313 | 2009-07-02 13:03:24 | 76.33 | |
| 2112 | 2009-06-12 22:13:31 | 71.10 | |
| 1899 | 2009-06-05 16:37:40 | 70.74 | |
| 1506 | 2009-04-14 14:28:10 | 62.56 | |
| 1309 | 2009-03-09 19:48:56 | 69.79 | |
| 1099 | 2009-02-24 13:25:29 | 63.79 | |
| 526 | 2009-02-02 14:42:37 | 60.13 | |
| 98 | 2009-01-15 18:33:49 | 56.39 |