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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1784 | 2011-07-07 09:54:41 | 103.43 | 91% |
| 1551 | 2010-06-07 00:00:18 | 102.34 | |
| 72 | 2009-07-22 09:56:18 | 106.01 |