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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1827 | 2011-01-05 11:12:38 | 87.25 | |
| 1576 | 2011-01-03 07:53:18 | 71.33 | |
| 1569 | 2011-01-02 17:46:54 | 79.09 | |
| 1388 | 2011-01-01 10:53:42 | 89.29 | |
| 900 | 2010-12-28 15:00:26 | 82.88 | |
| 664 | 2010-12-26 15:39:44 | 85.76 | |
| 257 | 2010-12-20 10:54:53 | 69.71 | |
| 58 | 2010-12-16 15:16:53 | 82.99 |