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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1720 | 2015-09-16 06:40:04 | 67.20 | 97% |
| 1230 | 2015-05-20 03:44:35 | 60.30 | 94% |
| 1164 | 2015-05-14 14:58:15 | 53.96 | 92% |