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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2936 | 2018-10-08 19:41:19 | 64.78 | 95% |
| 2748 | 2018-09-21 12:19:02 | 69.50 | 96% |
| 456 | 2018-01-27 10:18:09 | 41.51 | 91% |