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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2981 | 2011-05-15 09:39:03 | 112.69 | 92% |
| 2304 | 2011-04-13 08:51:55 | 99.03 | |
| 2279 | 2011-04-13 00:11:55 | 99.29 | |
| 2120 | 2011-04-11 11:57:51 | 98.52 | |
| 1291 | 2011-03-28 00:12:12 | 102.16 |