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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1501 | 2017-07-02 17:40:44 | 86.80 | 96% |
| 1285 | 2017-06-13 16:14:47 | 78.05 | 96% |
| 533 | 2017-05-24 19:57:09 | 77.84 | 95% |
| 449 | 2017-05-22 23:00:46 | 60.74 | 86% |