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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1484 | 2014-03-31 14:53:02 | 83.30 | 95% |
| 257 | 2013-08-18 18:55:47 | 58.43 | 84% |
| 102 | 2013-06-17 16:21:47 | 58.14 | 85% |