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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1034 | 2015-04-27 03:29:53 | 63.88 | 92% |
| 934 | 2012-10-12 12:49:54 | 67.26 | 91% |
| 778 | 2011-10-25 10:43:36 | 55.82 | 88% |
| 676 | 2011-10-08 17:37:13 | 47.58 | 87% |
| 631 | 2011-10-04 15:58:14 | 48.25 | 84% |