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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2465 | 2010-04-26 09:15:25 | 90.71 | |
| 2123 | 2010-04-01 07:31:21 | 75.30 | |
| 1142 | 2010-02-09 11:32:54 | 81.16 | |
| 879 | 2010-01-29 11:59:19 | 75.49 | |
| 385 | 2010-01-22 07:58:33 | 81.40 | |
| 201 | 2010-01-15 10:44:31 | 81.39 |