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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1166 | 2016-06-30 21:27:15 | 66.59 | 87% |
| 777 | 2013-02-22 00:59:16 | 75.57 | 93% |
| 449 | 2010-04-28 04:11:22 | 66.26 | |
| 348 | 2010-04-23 08:39:25 | 72.50 |