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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 947 | 2014-10-23 11:53:25 | 55.74 | 88% |
| 739 | 2011-05-10 14:47:55 | 45.03 | 87% |
| 261 | 2011-01-28 15:33:45 | 46.24 |