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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 188 | 2009-10-08 06:19:29 | 123.69 | |
| 177 | 2009-02-28 01:18:23 | 125.47 | |
| 93 | 2008-11-25 00:58:17 | 127.55 |