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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 512 | 2013-07-30 14:45:07 | 120.63 | 100% |
| 498 | 2011-12-27 17:53:59 | 120.94 | 99% |
| 428 | 2011-09-28 14:45:32 | 105.90 | 93% |
| 207 | 2011-09-02 14:48:48 | 100.87 | 94% |