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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3153 | 2017-04-11 23:28:24 | 88.73 | 94% |
| 1555 | 2016-10-21 12:06:23 | 99.15 | 96% |
| 356 | 2016-09-22 17:24:01 | 95.29 | 96% |