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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 553 | 2016-02-15 06:30:55 | 94.71 | 94% |
| 434 | 2014-11-24 22:40:59 | 99.12 | 97% |
| 217 | 2014-06-15 22:09:56 | 84.26 | 91% |