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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1503 | 2013-03-20 23:44:35 | 68.36 | 100% |
| 1287 | 2013-03-13 01:19:38 | 70.96 | 96% |
| 609 | 2013-02-20 00:58:52 | 63.73 | 96% |