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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 945 | 2012-05-05 21:40:46 | 92.50 | 96% |
| 588 | 2012-04-15 17:02:28 | 89.07 | 93% |
| 247 | 2012-04-11 20:47:36 | 81.24 | 95% |