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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1281 | 2012-04-25 05:48:08 | 31.78 | 89% |
| 959 | 2012-04-17 16:44:09 | 38.81 | 93% |
| 716 | 2012-04-10 17:21:33 | 34.75 | 91% |
| 413 | 2012-04-03 06:48:50 | 27.88 | 86% |