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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 970 | 2015-05-22 22:23:48 | 62.30 | 93% |
| 692 | 2014-02-25 21:27:00 | 59.49 | 94% |
| 336 | 2012-11-01 21:15:12 | 50.76 | 93% |