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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4270 | 2018-03-28 18:24:21 | 91.70 | 97% |
| 3574 | 2017-10-17 20:35:04 | 85.35 | 97% |
| 2704 | 2017-07-04 11:10:31 | 81.03 | 96% |