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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 509 | 2013-03-20 23:44:38 | 64.75 | 87% |
| 467 | 2013-02-28 22:36:35 | 62.22 | 85% |
| 103 | 2010-12-03 00:12:59 | 39.19 |