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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1121 | 2009-09-19 13:42:14 | 52.86 | |
| 809 | 2009-09-03 16:27:02 | 54.93 | |
| 141 | 2009-08-10 17:55:51 | 47.38 | |
| 102 | 2009-08-10 16:53:18 | 41.47 | |
| 57 | 2009-08-06 16:51:30 | 44.03 |