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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1084 | 2011-11-19 07:13:56 | 74.73 | 99% |
| 551 | 2011-11-04 04:41:06 | 64.72 | 94% |
| 128 | 2011-10-30 14:08:11 | 62.30 | 96% |