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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 939 | 2017-05-30 13:35:55 | 70.13 | 94% |
| 231 | 2017-03-24 05:18:52 | 62.10 | 94% |
| 109 | 2017-03-23 01:23:32 | 55.89 | 93% |
| 20 | 2017-03-22 10:09:28 | 59.65 | 97% |