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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2522 | 2013-07-24 04:00:59 | 71.57 | 92% |
| 2158 | 2012-11-01 01:21:45 | 76.72 | 91% |
| 997 | 2012-07-31 03:32:13 | 62.41 | 84% |
| 389 | 2012-07-04 10:37:18 | 61.63 | 88% |