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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 692 | 2011-09-24 03:54:55 | 82.75 | 91% |
| 247 | 2011-05-09 00:29:56 | 77.64 | 93% |
| 45 | 2010-12-07 04:45:16 | 80.81 |