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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1579 | 2014-09-09 13:55:29 | 83.85 | 93% |
| 912 | 2011-09-10 20:28:32 | 75.62 | 96% |
| 748 | 2011-03-05 12:22:50 | 63.51 | |
| 241 | 2011-02-02 14:32:10 | 48.27 |