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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 935 | 2015-01-12 05:05:37 | 73.16 | 97% |
| 486 | 2010-11-11 05:40:49 | 69.86 | |
| 17 | 2010-10-25 01:10:23 | 65.56 |