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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1740 | 2012-04-04 01:31:49 | 76.51 | 90% |
| 479 | 2011-10-16 18:02:46 | 74.79 | 95% |
| 38 | 2011-08-29 01:04:35 | 67.60 | 96% |