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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2787 | 2010-11-01 07:08:21 | 83.97 | |
| 2494 | 2010-07-30 13:18:36 | 88.11 | |
| 2390 | 2010-07-29 10:14:34 | 81.15 | |
| 1898 | 2010-07-18 08:57:25 | 76.70 | |
| 1356 | 2010-07-13 13:59:36 | 78.73 | |
| 816 | 2010-07-08 14:58:57 | 92.79 | |
| 581 | 2010-07-07 13:59:09 | 83.33 | |
| 543 | 2010-07-06 16:07:47 | 89.55 | |
| 430 | 2010-07-06 13:10:30 | 80.59 |