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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3098 | 2013-05-03 12:06:42 | 67.24 | 97% |
| 945 | 2013-03-25 21:44:57 | 55.70 | 96% |
| 52 | 2013-03-15 15:03:10 | 52.48 | 95% |