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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 820 | 2012-09-05 09:23:28 | 42.93 | 92% |
| 437 | 2012-07-06 12:10:17 | 39.09 | 93% |
| 421 | 2012-07-05 06:52:31 | 37.65 | 92% |