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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1402 | 2012-09-08 15:03:09 | 43.69 | 95% |
| 1045 | 2012-08-20 10:24:44 | 34.88 | 93% |
| 630 | 2012-07-29 12:02:17 | 28.21 | 96% |