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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1129 | 2010-03-02 20:24:02 | 31.85 | |
| 1049 | 2010-02-05 19:04:33 | 35.33 | |
| 776 | 2009-11-02 18:20:01 | 36.93 | |
| 716 | 2009-10-26 12:51:37 | 35.16 | |
| 212 | 2009-06-05 05:33:00 | 30.51 | |
| 204 | 2009-05-28 08:54:35 | 30.10 |