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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 753 | 2013-09-21 13:00:35 | 51.13 | 91% |
| 586 | 2013-08-24 21:01:50 | 49.71 | 91% |
| 347 | 2013-07-25 09:24:32 | 44.95 | 93% |
| 102 | 2012-05-10 19:53:29 | 27.42 | 87% |