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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 821 | 2011-06-09 21:20:05 | 100.00 | 96% |
| 557 | 2011-06-06 16:37:23 | 90.00 | 95% |
| 411 | 2011-06-06 02:48:03 | 89.80 | 96% |