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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1298 | 2012-03-31 13:08:34 | 109.26 | 98% |
| 749 | 2009-07-13 12:44:55 | 122.81 | |
| 476 | 2008-12-24 10:21:11 | 111.18 | |
| 289 | 2008-12-10 08:55:08 | 91.40 |