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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 112 | 2016-12-17 18:17:44 | 101.41 | 98% |
| 109 | 2016-12-14 23:26:59 | 95.49 | 93% |
| 92 | 2016-12-14 22:37:40 | 89.25 | 92% |