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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 517 | 2013-04-28 19:23:53 | 50.89 | 93% |
| 368 | 2013-04-20 18:33:58 | 48.62 | 92% |
| 199 | 2013-04-16 08:18:37 | 46.47 | 88% |
| 95 | 2013-04-14 07:55:16 | 46.33 | 88% |