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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 700 | 2012-03-24 13:20:04 | 60.50 | 91% |
| 381 | 2012-03-02 03:08:39 | 63.64 | 93% |
| 40 | 2012-02-12 19:05:38 | 66.01 | 98% |