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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3743 | 2017-06-12 12:14:27 | 46.49 | 95% |
| 1432 | 2017-03-02 13:00:28 | 42.66 | 92% |
| 892 | 2017-02-13 03:58:50 | 36.23 | 91% |
| 241 | 2017-01-30 10:22:54 | 27.39 | 88% |