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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 360 | 2012-06-12 18:04:54 | 31.31 | 91% |
| 255 | 2012-06-11 14:32:54 | 37.49 | 94% |
| 117 | 2012-06-11 02:31:37 | 34.09 | 92% |
| 109 | 2012-06-11 01:56:42 | 32.30 | 91% |