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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 591 | 2013-02-24 15:00:48 | 60.46 | 93% |
| 392 | 2013-02-17 06:12:38 | 62.89 | 96% |
| 233 | 2013-01-27 12:40:22 | 71.08 | 97% |