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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 399 | 2010-09-15 14:04:18 | 82.98 | |
| 216 | 2009-07-14 13:05:19 | 75.11 | |
| 121 | 2008-11-14 11:30:37 | 77.41 | |
| 107 | 2008-11-07 13:36:46 | 73.99 |