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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6153 | 2017-07-05 23:49:10 | 199.62 | 99% |
| 4561 | 2017-05-20 20:53:48 | 206.61 | 100% |
| 4560 | 2017-05-20 20:52:20 | 178.10 | 92% |
| 2170 | 2017-03-28 03:22:35 | 177.93 | 97% |