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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1789 | 2011-07-31 04:19:37 | 98.30 | 98% |
| 840 | 2011-06-08 14:08:06 | 74.98 | 90% |
| 524 | 2011-01-14 17:01:22 | 95.91 |