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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 304 | 2013-06-30 09:13:51 | 106.58 | 91% |
| 206 | 2013-06-25 08:03:20 | 88.75 | 89% |
| 124 | 2013-06-23 04:09:33 | 98.70 | 91% |