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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 770 | 2016-11-12 01:01:26 | 128.89 | 95% |
| 721 | 2016-09-13 22:42:12 | 123.42 | 94% |
| 672 | 2016-04-07 23:40:50 | 146.00 | 97% |
| 207 | 2015-08-04 02:28:31 | 91.26 | 88% |