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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 984 | 2010-06-25 15:10:33 | 62.56 | |
| 936 | 2010-05-29 09:16:33 | 64.09 | |
| 329 | 2009-06-30 04:45:21 | 60.66 | |
| 208 | 2009-06-24 12:59:13 | 56.69 |