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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2513 | 2017-11-04 20:45:21 | 57.18 | 95% |
| 1467 | 2017-08-20 18:43:12 | 57.19 | 96% |
| 706 | 2017-08-05 06:18:47 | 49.95 | 94% |