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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 882 | 2012-02-18 10:00:22 | 33.77 | 92% |
| 336 | 2012-01-29 00:47:26 | 56.76 | 94% |
| 302 | 2012-01-28 11:31:39 | 54.76 | 92% |