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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5359 | 2018-12-30 11:21:34 | 124.32 | 99% |
| 2530 | 2017-07-11 13:37:31 | 105.03 | 98% |
| 1650 | 2017-04-18 17:09:21 | 99.48 | 92% |