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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 110 | 2013-02-05 05:01:27 | 91.52 | 93% |
| 107 | 2013-02-05 04:55:27 | 94.91 | 89% |
| 45 | 2013-01-29 01:01:09 | 98.49 | 92% |