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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 843 | 2011-01-06 18:11:14 | 50.18 | |
| 401 | 2010-12-13 18:47:28 | 46.77 | |
| 142 | 2010-12-03 19:29:07 | 40.76 | |
| 70 | 2010-12-01 19:24:27 | 42.00 |