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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1185 | 2018-11-26 02:38:20 | 70.35 | 96% |
| 799 | 2016-03-26 14:27:19 | 66.02 | 93% |
| 716 | 2016-02-14 17:30:26 | 63.68 | 92% |