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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1676 | 2016-02-01 14:48:28 | 54.44 | 89% |
| 953 | 2015-04-19 14:52:21 | 59.74 | 96% |
| 795 | 2014-05-27 16:23:27 | 45.41 | 91% |
| 533 | 2011-04-24 19:29:19 | 41.15 | |
| 428 | 2011-04-21 21:10:55 | 42.50 |