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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 903 | 2012-06-08 12:00:28 | 34.25 | 94% |
| 720 | 2012-05-30 02:28:39 | 33.81 | 95% |
| 655 | 2012-05-27 02:54:56 | 30.20 | 85% |