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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1747 | 2012-06-22 14:23:27 | 74.04 | 96% |
| 946 | 2010-07-11 12:23:16 | 55.74 | |
| 361 | 2010-04-23 07:58:28 | 37.70 | |
| 112 | 2010-04-01 06:16:23 | 33.75 |