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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 616 | 2013-10-28 22:14:21 | 79.13 | 96% |
| 464 | 2013-06-11 01:52:02 | 63.23 | 87% |
| 439 | 2013-06-05 00:58:39 | 81.96 | 96% |
| 324 | 2013-05-10 21:36:05 | 66.45 | 87% |