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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1564 | 2010-09-11 10:12:26 | 76.69 | |
| 1465 | 2010-08-24 17:59:27 | 81.53 | |
| 1258 | 2009-11-21 16:48:14 | 75.63 | |
| 1210 | 2009-11-17 15:44:49 | 63.61 | |
| 1088 | 2009-10-31 13:46:17 | 72.77 | |
| 321 | 2009-06-29 06:25:28 | 50.85 | |
| 171 | 2009-06-21 06:06:35 | 67.71 |