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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1132 | 2013-04-22 18:33:36 | 58.78 | 94% |
| 928 | 2013-04-20 22:53:10 | 62.86 | 96% |
| 140 | 2012-03-14 10:53:16 | 53.20 | 96% |