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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 812 | 2014-10-28 07:51:00 | 74.45 | 94% |
| 399 | 2013-02-03 16:26:39 | 64.91 | 92% |
| 276 | 2013-01-22 20:44:54 | 66.84 | 93% |