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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 378 | 2009-01-15 07:34:39 | 117.75 | |
| 279 | 2008-12-22 06:15:20 | 146.47 | |
| 253 | 2008-12-12 06:08:27 | 111.09 | |
| 117 | 2008-11-14 22:13:33 | 114.70 | |
| 6 | 2008-11-06 02:15:23 | 111.76 |