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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1558 | 2014-06-22 18:04:03 | 93.87 | 94% |
| 1154 | 2014-01-15 00:53:38 | 69.51 | 90% |
| 260 | 2013-11-13 23:38:05 | 62.02 | 89% |