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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 459 | 2012-02-28 19:10:27 | 79.79 | 93% |
| 255 | 2012-02-24 18:38:19 | 79.64 | 91% |
| 44 | 2012-02-15 17:16:38 | 88.24 | 96% |