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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1449 | 2013-02-21 20:52:28 | 90.27 | 92% |
| 754 | 2013-02-10 21:07:44 | 89.66 | 94% |
| 550 | 2013-02-08 01:37:06 | 88.31 | 92% |