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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1083 | 2012-03-30 06:38:25 | 49.80 | 93% |
| 992 | 2010-01-30 09:19:15 | 46.67 | |
| 842 | 2009-11-18 07:10:02 | 48.14 | |
| 343 | 2009-07-20 15:16:16 | 36.58 |