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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 701 | 2012-08-27 09:56:55 | 37.97 | 95% |
| 560 | 2012-08-20 12:54:29 | 37.06 | 96% |
| 295 | 2012-08-11 02:09:59 | 33.68 | 93% |