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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1218 | 2011-07-01 18:46:17 | 43.75 | 94% |
| 1147 | 2011-06-29 14:53:57 | 42.05 | 95% |
| 225 | 2011-06-13 00:13:07 | 29.86 | 95% |