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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 994 | 2013-09-28 17:11:50 | 89.01 | 89% |
| 501 | 2010-04-09 02:33:29 | 94.26 | |
| 77 | 2009-05-05 00:33:43 | 89.26 |