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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 659 | 2012-03-14 23:00:12 | 89.88 | 94% |
| 514 | 2012-03-12 12:50:37 | 92.10 | 97% |
| 335 | 2012-03-04 22:46:12 | 95.53 | 98% |
| 312 | 2012-03-04 10:37:04 | 85.47 | 95% |