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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1030 | 2013-01-03 06:24:05 | 64.78 | 88% |
| 837 | 2012-12-25 04:05:11 | 64.55 | 86% |
| 111 | 2012-10-14 23:01:18 | 46.31 | 78% |