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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 855 | 2012-12-05 21:04:14 | 121.79 | 97% |
| 437 | 2012-11-12 22:35:29 | 103.98 | 95% |
| 74 | 2012-03-11 04:30:14 | 113.89 | 97% |
| 23 | 2012-03-10 07:40:18 | 98.91 | 97% |