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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 545 | 2016-03-14 19:15:55 | 120.73 | 97% |
| 366 | 2015-01-12 13:42:39 | 116.88 | 97% |
| 77 | 2013-07-21 07:36:21 | 99.56 | 94% |