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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 853 | 2011-12-23 08:00:17 | 79.02 | 97% |
| 683 | 2011-10-30 10:59:51 | 62.94 | 91% |
| 256 | 2009-10-29 07:17:10 | 60.76 |