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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 360 | 2017-01-12 04:58:39 | 102.68 | 94% |
| 251 | 2016-04-21 19:46:10 | 112.75 | 95% |
| 147 | 2014-09-07 03:36:53 | 85.80 | 88% |