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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 987 | 2011-01-10 13:42:35 | 76.77 | |
| 658 | 2011-01-07 13:55:03 | 83.01 | |
| 615 | 2011-01-07 11:20:54 | 74.59 | |
| 386 | 2010-12-26 13:10:10 | 74.62 | |
| 348 | 2010-12-25 13:45:12 | 56.34 |