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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2254 | 2016-09-15 10:36:00 | 75.24 | 95% |
| 1361 | 2016-01-21 06:40:26 | 76.70 | 99% |
| 1152 | 2015-11-24 12:06:52 | 68.46 | 97% |