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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1997 | 2011-02-12 08:50:30 | 102.66 | |
| 1982 | 2011-01-25 04:05:35 | 84.31 | |
| 1286 | 2010-04-04 11:30:28 | 89.95 | |
| 1013 | 2010-03-20 00:36:04 | 94.79 | |
| 968 | 2010-03-19 04:02:01 | 94.43 | |
| 627 | 2010-03-13 07:38:18 | 87.79 | |
| 410 | 2010-03-10 21:49:04 | 93.86 |