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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1510 | 2013-05-09 13:42:32 | 63.27 | 92% |
| 736 | 2011-03-31 11:14:21 | 60.94 | |
| 315 | 2011-03-08 15:43:38 | 55.52 |