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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1344 | 2016-02-02 06:11:34 | 109.24 | 98% |
| 739 | 2015-06-24 09:14:11 | 92.61 | 99% |
| 738 | 2015-06-24 09:12:45 | 85.10 | 97% |
| 73 | 2015-03-05 08:43:10 | 93.80 | 98% |