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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 664 | 2013-11-24 01:14:36 | 73.37 | 93% |
| 457 | 2012-12-09 21:54:19 | 52.53 | 92% |
| 442 | 2012-12-07 23:21:13 | 53.57 | 94% |