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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 511 | 2012-08-13 14:42:25 | 90.23 | 96% |
| 455 | 2012-08-12 19:19:58 | 85.01 | 91% |
| 37 | 2012-07-31 11:58:29 | 57.64 | 83% |