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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2730 | 2014-09-28 17:58:05 | 58.13 | 91% |
| 1773 | 2014-01-09 16:58:23 | 62.30 | 93% |
| 1771 | 2014-01-09 16:56:23 | 58.81 | 91% |
| 338 | 2010-06-27 23:48:42 | 58.23 |