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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1227 | 2014-03-24 21:36:11 | 96.63 | 96% |
| 946 | 2010-10-11 21:01:23 | 94.79 | |
| 772 | 2009-10-23 01:31:50 | 89.90 | |
| 444 | 2009-07-13 17:00:53 | 79.57 | |
| 351 | 2009-07-10 00:18:49 | 85.52 | |
| 292 | 2009-07-07 15:01:39 | 81.09 |