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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 848 | 2010-07-19 11:02:11 | 47.18 | |
| 775 | 2010-06-30 23:25:00 | 47.13 | |
| 492 | 2009-09-30 12:22:49 | 41.84 | |
| 454 | 2009-08-20 16:45:11 | 39.54 | |
| 214 | 2009-07-22 16:29:53 | 32.56 | |
| 58 | 2009-07-13 21:13:47 | 30.24 |