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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2075 | 2016-04-23 17:39:58 | 81.47 | 96% |
| 1375 | 2016-04-02 03:18:04 | 78.34 | 96% |
| 304 | 2016-02-09 17:44:58 | 69.61 | 90% |