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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1904 | 2018-02-08 15:45:35 | 105.35 | 100% |
| 864 | 2016-08-03 11:43:09 | 78.56 | 91% |
| 660 | 2016-07-22 14:20:49 | 82.76 | 94% |