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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 817 | 2009-12-16 02:19:22 | 61.29 | |
| 444 | 2009-11-18 06:26:42 | 47.31 | |
| 243 | 2009-11-15 06:11:42 | 43.30 | |
| 166 | 2009-11-13 16:52:46 | 34.74 | |
| 120 | 2009-11-12 03:21:52 | 36.60 |