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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 730 | 2014-09-24 20:13:23 | 66.43 | 93% |
| 470 | 2013-07-04 02:17:59 | 50.38 | 98% |
| 111 | 2013-06-10 22:42:51 | 39.17 | 95% |
| 32 | 2013-06-09 23:31:09 | 35.07 | 95% |