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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1115 | 2019-03-23 08:12:47 | 90.13 | 98% |
| 136 | 2014-12-27 13:35:40 | 49.21 | 90% |
| 89 | 2014-12-23 14:08:14 | 53.05 | 89% |