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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 642 | 2012-01-06 22:48:43 | 107.94 | 97% |
| 587 | 2011-01-06 06:40:38 | 87.77 | |
| 410 | 2010-08-27 18:28:46 | 88.45 |