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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1007 | 2013-09-12 07:41:06 | 62.28 | 96% |
| 911 | 2013-08-28 18:25:34 | 72.96 | 99% |
| 882 | 2013-08-27 14:55:37 | 66.50 | 97% |