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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1194 | 2014-10-16 17:44:56 | 74.41 | 93% |
| 694 | 2013-12-11 18:20:36 | 70.87 | 91% |
| 108 | 2012-01-08 20:04:54 | 65.21 | 88% |