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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 794 | 2017-01-27 10:23:30 | 147.26 | 92% |
| 525 | 2017-01-11 02:40:37 | 128.40 | 88% |
| 62 | 2014-11-16 10:45:33 | 115.45 | 95% |