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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 799 | 2012-09-05 02:08:03 | 34.38 | 94% |
| 361 | 2012-07-25 01:37:56 | 34.80 | 95% |
| 204 | 2012-07-13 01:53:16 | 34.60 | 97% |