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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1039 | 2014-04-09 01:40:14 | 75.57 | 97% |
| 739 | 2011-04-02 16:59:14 | 69.54 | |
| 1 | 2011-03-06 21:52:36 | 67.53 |