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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 859 | 2012-11-19 00:47:45 | 65.46 | 93% |
| 710 | 2012-10-18 19:40:16 | 64.46 | 94% |
| 644 | 2012-10-08 02:10:19 | 66.60 | 92% |
| 278 | 2012-07-22 23:50:06 | 44.21 | 91% |