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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1829 | 2014-05-11 10:07:54 | 90.68 | 91% |
| 430 | 2012-10-08 17:42:54 | 74.38 | 89% |
| 176 | 2012-04-15 06:16:17 | 58.23 | 93% |