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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 563 | 2012-07-13 04:50:30 | 29.29 | 95% |
| 524 | 2012-07-12 06:07:16 | 31.24 | 98% |
| 413 | 2012-06-13 16:46:52 | 28.86 | 94% |