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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 442 | 2013-05-21 21:39:05 | 103.59 | 93% |
| 354 | 2013-04-24 14:07:16 | 124.07 | 97% |
| 235 | 2013-04-13 16:00:04 | 104.89 | 96% |