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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 584 | 2014-11-27 01:11:28 | 129.72 | 95% |
| 126 | 2009-03-26 14:22:14 | 108.41 | |
| 24 | 2009-03-09 12:19:41 | 92.61 | |
| 4 | 2009-03-09 11:53:24 | 79.97 |