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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7146 | 2018-06-25 22:56:02 | 64.37 | 100% |
| 3958 | 2017-11-15 23:59:07 | 72.71 | 100% |
| 3403 | 2017-10-08 16:10:42 | 75.59 | 100% |
| 1965 | 2017-07-05 23:00:39 | 75.24 | 100% |