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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1345 | 2014-06-06 18:45:01 | 65.92 | 95% |
| 618 | 2011-06-10 03:56:33 | 72.07 | 97% |
| 199 | 2011-06-04 22:47:01 | 61.57 | 89% |
| 125 | 2011-06-02 17:02:44 | 68.97 | 95% |