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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1372 | 2017-07-06 03:04:02 | 121.29 | 98% |
| 1188 | 2017-05-27 03:30:20 | 137.44 | 98% |
| 1187 | 2017-05-27 03:29:41 | 130.60 | 97% |