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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 526 | 2013-11-26 01:48:10 | 49.70 | 92% |
| 434 | 2013-10-30 07:09:30 | 46.79 | 90% |
| 108 | 2013-08-28 07:04:10 | 40.69 | 86% |