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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 888 | 2017-07-22 17:57:00 | 118.51 | 98% |
| 156 | 2017-05-21 12:16:19 | 119.84 | 96% |
| 67 | 2017-05-20 18:17:27 | 121.09 | 96% |