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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 581 | 2014-12-12 07:14:12 | 46.72 | 94% |
| 393 | 2013-05-16 07:56:22 | 48.59 | 96% |
| 60 | 2013-01-15 06:35:11 | 38.74 | 94% |