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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1357 | 2009-07-30 21:49:05 | 60.85 | |
| 1351 | 2009-07-30 21:41:17 | 62.81 | |
| 876 | 2009-03-31 11:48:08 | 61.42 | |
| 699 | 2009-03-23 11:49:55 | 53.75 | |
| 235 | 2009-02-24 22:18:36 | 60.69 | |
| 23 | 2009-02-19 20:09:07 | 45.20 |