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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1741 | 2017-12-12 00:22:39 | 110.26 | 98% |
| 593 | 2017-03-04 06:05:22 | 95.25 | 95% |
| 29 | 2015-01-27 21:39:38 | 78.84 | 86% |