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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 510 | 2011-07-14 18:32:22 | 73.69 | 87% |
| 403 | 2011-01-31 18:16:06 | 74.80 | |
| 35 | 2010-09-01 19:13:47 | 59.18 |