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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1769 | 2013-11-15 23:41:56 | 114.37 | 91% |
| 869 | 2012-12-05 13:27:16 | 128.15 | 96% |
| 168 | 2012-05-04 15:14:38 | 103.41 | 91% |