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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 338 | 2013-07-06 23:40:24 | 46.68 | 94% |
| 233 | 2013-07-01 18:54:36 | 53.10 | 97% |
| 24 | 2013-06-18 02:49:46 | 46.84 | 94% |