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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1840 | 2012-08-24 14:57:05 | 120.73 | 100% |
| 1289 | 2012-07-13 19:17:47 | 102.91 | 95% |
| 186 | 2012-06-05 19:53:48 | 103.38 | 99% |