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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1984 | 2010-10-11 23:20:19 | 92.07 | |
| 1924 | 2009-09-28 23:00:27 | 95.49 | |
| 1582 | 2009-01-10 08:03:39 | 85.39 | |
| 450 | 2008-10-29 16:23:36 | 72.67 | |
| 337 | 2008-10-29 06:17:25 | 68.25 |