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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 170 | 2011-07-19 00:57:59 | 73.27 | 92% |
| 93 | 2011-07-12 17:48:07 | 77.77 | 96% |
| 2 | 2011-07-12 11:29:24 | 72.61 | 97% |