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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1311 | 2017-07-21 06:25:11 | 124.78 | 98% |
| 1178 | 2017-03-11 20:01:40 | 119.57 | 93% |
| 766 | 2015-10-07 20:31:35 | 107.00 | 91% |
| 39 | 2013-03-29 18:20:48 | 104.03 | 94% |