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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 336 | 2013-10-29 17:20:51 | 88.81 | 96% |
| 221 | 2013-10-28 22:14:16 | 90.30 | 96% |
| 137 | 2013-10-28 18:54:51 | 98.51 | 98% |