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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 618 | 2011-02-19 20:55:49 | 67.57 | |
| 576 | 2011-02-14 18:56:04 | 61.25 | |
| 533 | 2011-02-06 15:13:58 | 78.07 | |
| 425 | 2011-02-02 21:22:23 | 76.42 | |
| 358 | 2011-02-01 19:55:46 | 63.59 | |
| 341 | 2011-02-01 19:20:44 | 67.29 | |
| 148 | 2011-01-23 10:54:32 | 57.40 |