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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1164 | 2013-01-20 17:49:27 | 53.05 | 99% |
| 366 | 2011-05-28 03:12:31 | 36.56 | 94% |
| 119 | 2011-04-04 03:17:29 | 32.13 |