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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 920 | 2013-03-12 08:05:11 | 116.75 | 95% |
| 501 | 2013-01-29 13:16:50 | 112.78 | 96% |
| 137 | 2013-01-17 16:04:28 | 100.36 | 92% |