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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 524 | 2009-11-12 11:10:25 | 35.47 | |
| 386 | 2009-08-17 13:57:59 | 37.79 | |
| 300 | 2009-07-28 12:27:07 | 39.96 | |
| 287 | 2009-07-27 14:04:54 | 31.51 | |
| 195 | 2009-07-19 14:50:19 | 43.14 |