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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 425 | 2017-06-14 11:52:29 | 67.29 | 95% |
| 388 | 2017-06-09 09:42:05 | 75.24 | 96% |
| 364 | 2017-05-15 03:39:28 | 72.56 | 95% |