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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1118 | 2015-08-14 05:50:59 | 79.86 | 95% |
| 1089 | 2015-07-30 13:17:10 | 80.89 | 93% |
| 340 | 2015-06-30 11:59:22 | 75.83 | 94% |