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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1008 | 2011-06-16 00:18:06 | 48.02 | 92% |
| 957 | 2011-06-09 00:01:04 | 49.64 | 92% |
| 661 | 2011-05-19 00:27:23 | 42.64 | 86% |
| 65 | 2008-08-11 09:51:08 | 36.75 | |
| 48 | 2008-08-09 14:21:37 | 36.50 |