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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 952 | 2009-02-14 05:35:47 | 55.46 | |
| 876 | 2009-02-12 13:25:54 | 53.02 | |
| 869 | 2009-02-12 11:58:39 | 51.05 | |
| 827 | 2009-02-06 05:49:10 | 57.79 | |
| 793 | 2009-02-06 00:45:31 | 50.37 | |
| 695 | 2009-02-04 00:40:27 | 62.46 | |
| 611 | 2009-01-29 07:59:44 | 53.22 | |
| 489 | 2009-01-23 06:28:46 | 55.15 | |
| 414 | 2009-01-22 13:26:30 | 47.62 | |
| 375 | 2009-01-21 00:54:40 | 49.56 |