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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 993 | 2009-01-18 18:36:33 | 79.18 | |
| 888 | 2008-11-16 00:50:09 | 78.30 | |
| 885 | 2008-11-15 13:55:18 | 77.14 | |
| 866 | 2008-11-15 03:35:51 | 76.18 | |
| 860 | 2008-11-15 01:11:07 | 72.46 |