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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3204 | 2017-01-12 18:45:44 | 75.61 | 90% |
| 2516 | 2016-09-17 09:29:36 | 72.97 | 88% |
| 2061 | 2016-08-25 07:24:58 | 70.67 | 90% |
| 1407 | 2016-07-22 12:21:12 | 72.77 | 94% |