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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 643 | 2013-03-29 17:41:50 | 79.13 | 95% |
| 405 | 2013-01-06 18:51:53 | 76.99 | 93% |
| 232 | 2012-12-06 22:59:58 | 68.56 | 92% |
| 131 | 2012-11-19 19:35:42 | 62.88 | 91% |