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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 606 | 2011-07-24 00:32:01 | 84.51 | 96% |
| 228 | 2011-07-14 16:05:40 | 88.82 | 98% |
| 71 | 2011-07-09 07:34:44 | 77.31 | 92% |