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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 803 | 2014-08-28 23:35:05 | 66.06 | 90% |
| 410 | 2012-03-12 10:59:26 | 63.49 | 92% |
| 9 | 2011-01-14 06:51:50 | 70.86 |