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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 856 | 2017-02-13 18:22:46 | 75.45 | 94% |
| 412 | 2017-01-12 15:06:19 | 58.50 | 92% |
| 42 | 2017-01-01 15:09:20 | 47.10 | 96% |