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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 466 | 2016-10-01 03:05:57 | 109.38 | 99% |
| 342 | 2016-09-03 11:43:32 | 91.41 | 97% |
| 222 | 2016-08-25 10:14:08 | 103.55 | 99% |