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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1321 | 2017-06-22 21:53:05 | 100.50 | 100% |
| 900 | 2013-06-07 21:20:00 | 94.91 | 99% |
| 191 | 2013-01-16 16:30:58 | 81.31 | 94% |