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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1927 | 2017-06-08 15:24:18 | 89.53 | 98% |
| 1445 | 2015-05-28 18:00:27 | 85.04 | 93% |
| 685 | 2015-04-07 19:22:52 | 83.15 | 97% |