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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2238 | 2010-10-19 02:48:31 | 49.10 | |
| 2157 | 2010-10-16 03:30:23 | 46.82 | |
| 1529 | 2010-09-29 09:21:37 | 41.18 | |
| 1197 | 2010-09-24 11:02:18 | 33.07 | |
| 1107 | 2010-09-24 06:58:52 | 40.90 | |
| 850 | 2010-09-21 12:29:57 | 36.63 | |
| 645 | 2010-09-20 07:08:20 | 36.66 | |
| 184 | 2010-09-16 10:08:34 | 35.19 |