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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2039 | 2017-07-04 16:11:25 | 114.30 | 98% |
| 167 | 2016-07-16 02:23:47 | 98.73 | 92% |
| 105 | 2016-07-13 02:50:01 | 99.25 | 97% |