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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 794 | 2012-05-10 13:46:54 | 65.38 | 92% |
| 751 | 2012-05-10 08:15:44 | 76.42 | 97% |
| 297 | 2011-08-29 12:52:50 | 73.02 | 95% |