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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1716 | 2017-07-23 09:01:26 | 120.17 | 98% |
| 1248 | 2017-05-15 21:09:50 | 130.69 | 99% |
| 434 | 2017-03-25 01:41:26 | 110.87 | 93% |