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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2271 | 2017-12-06 01:10:11 | 104.50 | 97% |
| 603 | 2017-01-08 03:34:44 | 93.49 | 93% |
| 193 | 2016-12-06 06:14:41 | 101.20 | 98% |