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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 858 | 2018-08-10 00:56:46 | 114.65 | 99% |
| 626 | 2016-07-22 11:51:50 | 105.74 | 97% |
| 293 | 2016-05-30 13:01:07 | 84.36 | 97% |