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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 863 | 2010-04-02 11:51:41 | 39.27 | |
| 853 | 2010-04-02 10:40:36 | 37.52 | |
| 607 | 2010-03-26 02:37:22 | 40.51 | |
| 398 | 2010-03-19 16:51:27 | 34.33 | |
| 201 | 2010-03-17 14:19:02 | 35.36 |