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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 943 | 2016-11-08 23:47:36 | 119.13 | 96% |
| 390 | 2011-03-17 03:13:28 | 111.78 | |
| 229 | 2011-03-15 00:16:29 | 101.51 |