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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2834 | 2017-10-07 20:21:47 | 44.74 | 94% |
| 2652 | 2017-09-29 11:50:04 | 44.30 | 92% |
| 675 | 2017-05-10 14:56:03 | 34.65 | 83% |