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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1756 | 2016-08-03 07:32:59 | 103.25 | 90% |
| 1658 | 2016-07-27 10:27:26 | 111.53 | 96% |
| 769 | 2016-06-15 09:14:28 | 122.63 | 96% |