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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 174 | 2014-05-20 05:41:34 | 78.30 | 95% |
| 157 | 2014-05-19 11:28:11 | 82.40 | 96% |
| 27 | 2011-06-14 05:59:09 | 86.02 | 97% |