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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 887 | 2013-04-06 02:26:58 | 47.49 | 92% |
| 704 | 2013-04-02 23:55:39 | 53.54 | 96% |
| 69 | 2013-03-20 15:34:06 | 43.05 | 95% |