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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1216 | 2011-08-28 20:22:01 | 89.14 | 95% |
| 817 | 2011-07-17 16:08:25 | 78.00 | 92% |
| 133 | 2011-06-23 06:32:46 | 84.17 | 95% |