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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1438 | 2009-12-12 01:53:49 | 117.73 | |
| 862 | 2009-07-15 21:35:19 | 131.81 | |
| 693 | 2009-07-06 14:36:58 | 128.29 | |
| 374 | 2009-06-30 18:47:59 | 94.92 | |
| 113 | 2009-06-27 19:21:31 | 106.37 |