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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1752 | 2013-05-30 04:59:29 | 81.72 | 95% |
| 1737 | 2013-05-25 17:51:21 | 83.63 | 96% |
| 28 | 2011-07-26 21:31:59 | 67.60 | 96% |