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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1070 | 2013-06-17 08:33:41 | 51.58 | 91% |
| 858 | 2013-04-10 04:54:33 | 52.05 | 93% |
| 485 | 2013-03-19 18:28:17 | 47.82 | 90% |