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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1585 | 2009-10-05 05:10:30 | 34.59 | |
| 1021 | 2009-08-25 03:36:59 | 54.50 | |
| 804 | 2009-07-28 06:51:12 | 60.80 | |
| 545 | 2009-07-17 08:47:23 | 46.71 | |
| 506 | 2009-07-10 06:14:09 | 55.02 | |
| 400 | 2009-07-09 05:49:18 | 64.52 | |
| 241 | 2009-06-19 04:55:12 | 51.18 | |
| 71 | 2009-04-23 04:12:18 | 40.26 |