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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2133 | 2010-12-19 06:14:54 | 91.40 | |
| 2049 | 2010-12-17 15:45:03 | 88.57 | |
| 1891 | 2010-10-07 12:09:30 | 83.64 | |
| 1717 | 2010-10-02 07:25:40 | 88.33 | |
| 675 | 2010-07-15 13:38:40 | 72.57 |