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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1449 | 2012-07-18 08:55:01 | 53.98 | 98% |
| 1109 | 2012-07-06 05:18:51 | 49.62 | 96% |
| 51 | 2012-06-20 03:07:39 | 38.31 | 98% |