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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1520 | 2016-05-14 20:33:26 | 86.03 | 93% |
| 1341 | 2016-05-05 03:36:42 | 92.99 | 96% |
| 1259 | 2016-05-04 23:14:09 | 75.28 | 88% |