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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1003 | 2010-05-07 21:48:10 | 71.91 | |
| 883 | 2010-05-05 13:32:01 | 67.27 | |
| 796 | 2010-04-30 14:25:09 | 62.93 | |
| 629 | 2010-04-29 14:52:03 | 66.22 |