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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2495 | 2017-02-14 02:39:42 | 71.19 | 81% |
| 1618 | 2017-01-18 05:19:34 | 77.50 | 87% |
| 1350 | 2017-01-14 09:36:06 | 85.29 | 89% |