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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1149 | 2018-05-10 16:18:49 | 91.92 | 98% |
| 176 | 2017-04-26 13:00:19 | 111.46 | 94% |
| 135 | 2017-04-17 03:29:32 | 122.11 | 95% |