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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 899 | 2015-07-15 10:04:15 | 70.25 | 95% |
| 574 | 2012-03-22 20:41:08 | 60.94 | 96% |
| 347 | 2011-03-28 04:22:37 | 45.07 | |
| 307 | 2011-03-18 18:20:46 | 51.58 |