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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1790 | 2012-05-30 18:30:57 | 57.24 | 90% |
| 1567 | 2011-12-27 16:56:17 | 66.66 | 89% |
| 495 | 2011-06-05 19:09:10 | 50.38 | 86% |
| 59 | 2011-05-06 10:59:06 | 38.56 | 87% |