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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 74 | 2016-08-12 09:57:35 | 177.17 | 99% |
| 49 | 2016-06-02 10:35:45 | 166.51 | 96% |
| 47 | 2016-06-02 10:29:02 | 190.14 | 100% |