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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 663 | 2016-11-17 18:30:06 | 101.13 | 93% |
| 479 | 2015-12-18 20:03:15 | 93.24 | 93% |
| 172 | 2013-12-26 17:28:15 | 96.09 | 94% |