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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1600 | 2012-10-01 19:27:59 | 109.86 | 100% |
| 1172 | 2012-09-14 15:07:16 | 101.53 | 98% |
| 68 | 2012-07-25 12:12:45 | 101.61 | 97% |