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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 705 | 2013-07-27 02:31:32 | 120.63 | 96% |
| 530 | 2013-07-03 23:19:39 | 120.03 | 99% |
| 42 | 2013-05-23 05:12:54 | 107.70 | 98% |