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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1323 | 2013-03-25 04:00:17 | 73.84 | 95% |
| 875 | 2013-02-26 23:04:07 | 71.01 | 94% |
| 784 | 2013-02-24 21:57:49 | 64.20 | 91% |