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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1720 | 2015-12-30 00:02:15 | 77.38 | 97% |
| 795 | 2013-07-26 19:33:42 | 73.50 | 97% |
| 415 | 2013-07-20 23:33:10 | 58.98 | 95% |