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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1824 | 2017-01-26 16:31:50 | 94.03 | 96% |
| 1211 | 2016-11-08 13:07:18 | 83.43 | 91% |
| 541 | 2016-09-13 12:47:26 | 85.88 | 92% |