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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1073 | 2013-06-21 10:10:08 | 92.50 | 98% |
| 760 | 2012-09-02 02:59:12 | 93.32 | 98% |
| 253 | 2010-12-31 05:01:57 | 83.04 |