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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4269 | 2018-01-25 07:49:19 | 60.84 | 99% |
| 850 | 2016-12-07 13:00:58 | 63.06 | 97% |
| 496 | 2016-11-24 07:47:26 | 52.41 | 93% |
| 289 | 2016-11-08 08:04:36 | 51.55 | 91% |