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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2740 | 2018-05-04 11:20:08 | 80.05 | 96% |
| 1484 | 2017-06-26 14:13:27 | 68.95 | 95% |
| 1018 | 2017-04-30 04:43:29 | 66.28 | 88% |