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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1933 | 2010-11-06 18:18:45 | 59.87 | |
| 1360 | 2010-09-23 18:37:00 | 72.34 | |
| 1197 | 2010-09-07 23:30:00 | 64.77 | |
| 1178 | 2010-09-06 19:35:22 | 75.68 | |
| 1156 | 2010-09-06 19:03:00 | 68.62 | |
| 1060 | 2010-09-05 08:50:13 | 67.14 | |
| 606 | 2010-08-26 19:28:30 | 81.36 | |
| 362 | 2010-08-19 20:30:32 | 77.22 |