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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 595 | 2012-06-13 02:39:19 | 57.30 | 82% |
| 550 | 2012-06-13 01:44:45 | 65.08 | 88% |
| 523 | 2012-06-13 00:50:24 | 64.89 | 89% |
| 517 | 2012-06-13 00:33:52 | 69.25 | 91% |