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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 564 | 2011-07-27 12:54:12 | 42.44 | 93% |
| 559 | 2011-07-27 12:47:12 | 41.84 | 94% |
| 259 | 2011-02-26 15:47:16 | 34.65 |