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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1668 | 2017-05-17 22:13:56 | 49.47 | 92% |
| 1064 | 2017-03-29 12:01:02 | 44.13 | 95% |
| 954 | 2017-03-17 14:01:54 | 35.23 | 95% |
| 34 | 2017-01-31 14:53:36 | 33.52 | 97% |