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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2900 | 2013-09-22 09:51:35 | 86.93 | 96% |
| 1445 | 2012-02-07 13:43:17 | 79.47 | 92% |
| 1038 | 2012-01-18 13:42:06 | 76.87 | 91% |