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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 631 | 2012-02-24 07:24:16 | 41.77 | 92% |
| 617 | 2012-02-23 09:44:27 | 44.57 | 93% |
| 377 | 2011-12-01 10:24:33 | 44.63 | 93% |
| 88 | 2011-10-10 12:42:09 | 33.76 | 92% |