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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1609 | 2013-10-22 10:44:42 | 56.34 | 92% |
| 1033 | 2012-12-20 04:05:43 | 53.02 | 90% |
| 1025 | 2012-12-18 13:20:01 | 45.92 | 85% |
| 18 | 2012-06-26 16:30:11 | 36.70 | 90% |