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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1623 | 2013-07-12 10:48:38 | 63.92 | 96% |
| 1034 | 2013-02-19 04:30:05 | 51.43 | 91% |
| 635 | 2013-01-20 06:05:41 | 44.23 | 91% |