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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 967 | 2009-10-06 03:29:34 | 52.54 | |
| 817 | 2009-09-17 01:18:24 | 53.33 | |
| 807 | 2009-09-16 08:26:04 | 44.96 | |
| 562 | 2009-09-03 02:29:28 | 54.65 | |
| 479 | 2009-08-31 13:30:07 | 52.09 | |
| 321 | 2009-08-24 13:14:07 | 43.55 | |
| 109 | 2009-08-19 04:26:04 | 41.46 |