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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 93 | 2013-01-10 17:46:22 | 59.63 | 94% |
| 25 | 2013-01-07 17:45:15 | 57.82 | 96% |
| 5 | 2012-12-17 17:47:45 | 50.59 | 93% |