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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 836 | 2011-10-29 12:46:08 | 78.00 | 95% |
| 639 | 2009-12-29 05:21:25 | 96.31 | |
| 322 | 2009-11-26 22:06:40 | 84.66 | |
| 189 | 2008-11-23 17:24:05 | 89.34 | |
| 86 | 2008-11-20 20:22:54 | 82.94 |