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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1155 | 2016-07-07 07:55:10 | 71.04 | 97% |
| 595 | 2013-11-27 05:00:55 | 81.38 | 99% |
| 104 | 2010-03-14 04:39:32 | 61.21 |