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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 360 | 2015-08-03 07:13:32 | 124.89 | 96% |
| 253 | 2009-11-13 22:17:56 | 140.46 | |
| 228 | 2009-02-15 01:24:51 | 125.42 |