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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2185 | 2010-02-28 14:18:23 | 72.55 | |
| 1765 | 2009-08-08 19:27:56 | 81.16 | |
| 1293 | 2009-05-26 11:17:40 | 74.92 | |
| 1157 | 2009-05-12 20:22:28 | 64.87 | |
| 1150 | 2009-05-12 19:58:02 | 67.83 | |
| 208 | 2008-12-01 00:27:32 | 42.66 |