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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 468 | 2014-05-08 04:33:28 | 54.37 | 94% |
| 449 | 2014-05-06 00:50:53 | 45.38 | 89% |
| 320 | 2012-07-25 18:33:10 | 42.43 | 91% |