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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1853 | 2010-02-05 19:55:06 | 92.37 | |
| 1299 | 2009-11-23 00:42:33 | 91.57 | |
| 1095 | 2009-11-12 02:27:28 | 88.55 | |
| 608 | 2009-10-20 14:53:30 | 82.00 |