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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1217 | 2011-05-15 11:59:44 | 61.93 | 90% |
| 961 | 2010-09-16 12:56:21 | 67.37 | |
| 247 | 2009-04-02 21:07:41 | 47.93 |