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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 189 | 2012-04-10 02:27:55 | 86.95 | 95% |
| 101 | 2012-04-09 01:43:56 | 99.77 | 97% |
| 54 | 2012-04-05 07:56:05 | 94.64 | 94% |