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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1777 | 2017-06-26 15:41:31 | 78.79 | 98% |
| 1395 | 2017-01-25 19:23:54 | 74.67 | 95% |
| 366 | 2014-11-05 19:00:03 | 70.80 | 93% |