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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 115 | 2013-07-17 10:11:35 | 144.95 | 94% |
| 112 | 2013-05-21 09:23:17 | 128.28 | 97% |
| 90 | 2013-03-22 09:41:46 | 125.03 | 96% |