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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1146 | 2013-12-31 15:52:57 | 88.44 | 95% |
| 856 | 2009-06-27 18:34:53 | 79.68 | |
| 384 | 2008-12-25 22:24:54 | 85.06 | |
| 234 | 2008-11-08 20:48:18 | 75.60 | |
| 195 | 2008-11-02 22:45:20 | 81.17 |