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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 929 | 2017-06-15 23:40:53 | 121.25 | 99% |
| 723 | 2016-11-06 21:55:55 | 112.96 | 96% |
| 192 | 2016-10-05 03:56:12 | 112.64 | 96% |