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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1015 | 2013-03-03 23:02:31 | 52.83 | 91% |
| 302 | 2011-12-11 14:43:11 | 42.34 | 88% |
| 292 | 2011-12-11 14:28:46 | 36.93 | 86% |