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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 348 | 2012-12-17 14:32:31 | 94.85 | 95% |
| 344 | 2012-12-14 21:29:05 | 77.91 | 96% |
| 54 | 2011-05-30 02:36:48 | 79.90 | 85% |