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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 513 | 2012-07-15 10:15:09 | 66.72 | 89% |
| 482 | 2012-07-14 13:27:57 | 59.80 | 91% |
| 474 | 2012-07-14 13:16:16 | 64.33 | 90% |
| 292 | 2011-02-11 03:19:46 | 52.83 |