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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 567 | 2013-11-17 22:28:08 | 126.22 | 99% |
| 197 | 2013-10-26 11:04:04 | 97.75 | 89% |
| 153 | 2013-10-26 03:12:05 | 128.81 | 98% |
| 73 | 2013-10-24 07:10:36 | 125.09 | 97% |