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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 218 | 2011-12-14 19:00:05 | 65.68 | 88% |
| 130 | 2011-09-19 21:29:40 | 57.68 | 86% |
| 125 | 2011-09-19 21:20:14 | 64.54 | 91% |