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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1560 | 2016-07-29 19:00:17 | 153.61 | 93% |
| 622 | 2016-04-24 13:08:34 | 155.15 | 98% |
| 542 | 2016-04-19 14:22:16 | 156.70 | 97% |
| 513 | 2016-04-19 11:06:36 | 148.44 | 95% |