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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5813 | 2018-03-31 11:11:13 | 65.22 | 97% |
| 4724 | 2018-01-20 10:42:54 | 56.90 | 93% |
| 3775 | 2017-09-08 19:52:01 | 56.96 | 93% |
| 2127 | 2017-08-08 18:39:30 | 57.88 | 95% |