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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1651 | 2011-01-11 18:43:39 | 39.25 | |
| 1140 | 2010-09-28 17:47:14 | 33.91 | |
| 1072 | 2010-09-06 14:42:55 | 33.71 | |
| 947 | 2010-08-13 16:47:44 | 30.69 | |
| 610 | 2010-05-25 21:01:39 | 28.69 |