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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 645 | 2013-10-28 00:47:31 | 85.45 | 94% |
| 379 | 2013-06-24 23:02:17 | 93.51 | 97% |
| 89 | 2011-04-10 00:33:23 | 74.46 |