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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1188 | 2019-04-04 16:50:47 | 92.63 | 97% |
| 694 | 2013-11-15 03:37:15 | 92.19 | 91% |
| 330 | 2012-03-05 01:02:48 | 90.21 | 92% |