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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 790 | 2014-08-14 03:58:55 | 78.22 | 93% |
| 175 | 2010-10-09 01:25:44 | 42.93 | |
| 109 | 2010-03-23 02:56:02 | 44.89 |