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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 878 | 2013-10-31 09:20:42 | 58.12 | 83% |
| 580 | 2013-09-04 09:15:35 | 63.84 | 90% |
| 51 | 2013-08-11 10:51:55 | 44.20 | 85% |