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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 902 | 2011-09-13 15:21:14 | 69.85 | 93% |
| 729 | 2011-09-08 18:58:20 | 73.76 | 97% |
| 404 | 2011-08-23 19:22:21 | 62.76 | 92% |