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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 926 | 2013-08-26 11:00:18 | 46.29 | 93% |
| 399 | 2013-08-17 07:33:31 | 37.60 | 87% |
| 167 | 2013-06-11 21:32:18 | 37.32 | 93% |