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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1758 | 2015-02-21 05:51:22 | 39.12 | 89% |
| 1752 | 2015-02-21 00:45:23 | 35.41 | 86% |
| 1156 | 2013-04-11 08:23:12 | 39.98 | 94% |
| 1041 | 2013-03-09 23:58:23 | 34.18 | 88% |