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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1417 | 2018-04-03 09:34:39 | 98.48 | 98% |
| 1297 | 2017-09-19 06:21:52 | 100.63 | 98% |
| 241 | 2017-01-30 07:49:57 | 78.93 | 88% |