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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 99 | 2014-01-16 02:49:48 | 77.35 | 94% |
| 68 | 2012-10-01 15:53:35 | 82.84 | 94% |
| 19 | 2011-11-03 18:09:59 | 84.62 | 97% |