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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1389 | 2014-05-18 10:10:09 | 76.29 | 94% |
| 1178 | 2013-01-31 11:20:33 | 74.30 | 94% |
| 875 | 2012-03-03 11:44:43 | 58.36 | 90% |