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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1531 | 2009-06-30 20:35:14 | 106.61 | |
| 1328 | 2009-05-14 16:06:52 | 114.09 | |
| 1162 | 2009-05-03 18:01:43 | 94.57 | |
| 1142 | 2009-05-01 16:05:43 | 94.93 | |
| 1037 | 2009-04-23 12:43:51 | 103.08 | |
| 827 | 2009-04-14 19:51:02 | 92.61 | |
| 756 | 2009-04-13 19:12:27 | 103.12 | |
| 551 | 2009-04-09 01:16:33 | 95.49 | |
| 509 | 2009-04-08 15:40:05 | 91.98 | |
| 338 | 2009-04-04 15:58:28 | 87.93 |