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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 877 | 2009-05-17 11:01:32 | 57.77 | |
| 541 | 2009-05-11 05:27:15 | 51.37 | |
| 435 | 2009-05-10 13:18:27 | 42.35 | |
| 278 | 2009-05-08 11:00:26 | 42.48 |