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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2086 | 2013-02-10 09:36:14 | 54.12 | 96% |
| 1783 | 2013-01-29 10:44:22 | 45.69 | 91% |
| 1724 | 2013-01-27 07:42:03 | 50.95 | 94% |