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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1820 | 2018-11-06 21:23:53 | 116.20 | 98% |
| 1590 | 2018-06-20 14:10:07 | 116.13 | 99% |
| 112 | 2012-10-12 08:59:04 | 88.13 | 92% |