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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 598 | 2013-01-13 04:00:02 | 63.48 | 94% |
| 539 | 2013-01-11 17:38:42 | 50.44 | 96% |
| 180 | 2012-10-21 15:48:15 | 53.91 | 93% |