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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1265 | 2010-03-08 20:57:57 | 72.21 | |
| 1260 | 2010-03-08 16:03:28 | 63.03 | |
| 1043 | 2010-02-18 22:30:20 | 62.55 | |
| 869 | 2010-01-08 21:04:39 | 63.56 | |
| 699 | 2009-12-07 22:09:36 | 72.58 | |
| 483 | 2009-10-09 18:16:30 | 72.53 | |
| 418 | 2009-10-06 19:15:14 | 71.78 | |
| 403 | 2009-10-05 20:48:25 | 67.18 |