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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1192 | 2013-09-01 11:44:49 | 65.51 | 95% |
| 975 | 2011-04-09 08:50:21 | 61.12 | |
| 352 | 2009-04-15 18:57:15 | 54.09 | |
| 5 | 2008-08-13 20:03:10 | 55.38 |