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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1251 | 2012-09-03 14:19:22 | 55.62 | 91% |
| 712 | 2012-08-06 06:43:33 | 50.26 | 94% |
| 475 | 2012-07-30 14:40:02 | 53.48 | 93% |
| 166 | 2012-07-20 06:29:49 | 40.53 | 85% |