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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1239 | 2010-10-10 16:54:04 | 56.91 | |
| 764 | 2010-08-19 20:26:03 | 52.99 | |
| 751 | 2010-08-19 20:03:28 | 48.96 | |
| 678 | 2010-08-19 13:47:37 | 55.82 | |
| 236 | 2010-08-01 11:25:27 | 48.91 | |
| 132 | 2010-07-29 09:49:56 | 49.63 |