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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1208 | 2013-06-30 17:20:20 | 82.48 | 96% |
| 1158 | 2013-06-29 15:43:34 | 82.84 | 96% |
| 410 | 2012-03-05 07:47:46 | 78.97 | 97% |