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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 659 | 2011-07-20 11:07:30 | 75.92 | 93% |
| 461 | 2011-07-10 14:01:52 | 75.10 | 94% |
| 91 | 2011-06-25 06:10:34 | 63.87 | 91% |