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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1116 | 2012-12-16 06:43:03 | 77.68 | 93% |
| 844 | 2010-10-24 14:50:25 | 78.74 | |
| 64 | 2008-10-14 13:16:14 | 58.65 |