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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4554 | 2018-01-12 00:56:02 | 97.66 | 98% |
| 1741 | 2017-12-14 18:11:25 | 100.46 | 99% |
| 1229 | 2017-12-04 18:02:50 | 78.99 | 98% |