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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 459 | 2010-06-02 13:51:11 | 92.51 | |
| 296 | 2010-05-12 17:32:58 | 106.66 | |
| 125 | 2010-04-22 10:08:40 | 86.72 | |
| 49 | 2010-04-20 12:35:46 | 73.61 |