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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 610 | 2017-02-17 19:45:33 | 131.19 | 91% |
| 378 | 2016-10-28 18:16:36 | 133.71 | 89% |
| 122 | 2016-09-23 18:55:53 | 132.10 | 94% |