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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 795 | 2017-09-24 05:53:14 | 84.23 | 98% |
| 306 | 2017-03-28 23:18:16 | 90.30 | 96% |
| 163 | 2017-01-13 19:23:31 | 76.72 | 90% |
| 158 | 2017-01-13 19:19:00 | 83.34 | 96% |