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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1097 | 2014-03-08 05:43:13 | 63.23 | 96% |
| 380 | 2013-09-01 10:20:24 | 44.17 | 89% |
| 257 | 2013-08-19 16:38:34 | 36.58 | 89% |