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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2176 | 2015-01-24 09:39:08 | 55.64 | 88% |
| 1875 | 2014-10-14 06:50:02 | 63.28 | 95% |
| 552 | 2012-12-02 11:10:09 | 60.19 | 93% |
| 393 | 2012-09-30 21:33:53 | 57.69 | 91% |