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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 645 | 2013-09-09 09:03:24 | 94.06 | 91% |
| 591 | 2013-07-10 10:24:34 | 111.66 | 96% |
| 360 | 2011-10-23 06:39:13 | 112.14 | 97% |