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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1035 | 2013-02-18 20:14:08 | 63.04 | 96% |
| 370 | 2010-10-07 14:00:53 | 52.55 | |
| 333 | 2010-08-10 12:08:07 | 52.46 |