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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1290 | 2016-10-21 09:04:00 | 78.45 | 96% |
| 666 | 2013-10-24 07:56:12 | 73.69 | 96% |
| 170 | 2013-01-28 09:23:51 | 59.01 | 86% |