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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1837 | 2013-06-04 12:12:45 | 56.32 | 92% |
| 1650 | 2012-10-27 18:08:44 | 47.76 | 88% |
| 1128 | 2011-06-14 19:27:34 | 47.05 | 89% |
| 533 | 2010-08-13 08:16:34 | 50.04 |