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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1107 | 2010-09-11 16:10:43 | 51.86 | |
| 723 | 2010-03-12 23:02:53 | 42.31 | |
| 638 | 2010-02-24 04:58:30 | 42.26 | |
| 553 | 2010-02-12 03:52:45 | 50.07 | |
| 324 | 2009-11-08 15:53:19 | 41.18 |