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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1000 | 2013-08-17 11:26:16 | 62.52 | 91% |
| 983 | 2013-06-28 17:11:56 | 63.61 | 92% |
| 693 | 2013-05-13 14:37:39 | 57.19 | 90% |