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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1368 | 2016-12-16 20:35:14 | 80.33 | 96% |
| 243 | 2009-09-22 15:54:28 | 76.81 | |
| 106 | 2009-09-10 21:12:57 | 71.91 |