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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2204 | 2018-01-12 07:20:18 | 72.58 | 99% |
| 419 | 2016-07-01 08:13:15 | 70.43 | 95% |
| 204 | 2016-05-31 07:03:01 | 68.11 | 96% |
| 47 | 2016-05-10 06:57:14 | 71.75 | 98% |
| 4 | 2016-05-04 07:05:50 | 60.56 | 95% |