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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1068 | 2015-02-17 16:58:28 | 36.21 | 93% |
| 1014 | 2015-02-06 21:03:02 | 37.68 | 94% |
| 406 | 2011-08-07 03:04:20 | 32.34 | 92% |