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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 351 | 2013-03-19 09:19:51 | 62.09 | 94% |
| 82 | 2012-12-16 08:48:31 | 43.15 | 88% |
| 40 | 2012-12-09 10:25:14 | 40.29 | 91% |