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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 600 | 2016-10-15 18:16:20 | 56.37 | 99% |
| 425 | 2016-07-12 17:41:32 | 56.51 | 98% |
| 250 | 2016-07-03 07:45:24 | 48.54 | 98% |
| 120 | 2008-09-13 10:44:31 | 50.30 |