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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1475 | 2017-02-16 08:01:42 | 93.27 | 94% |
| 1024 | 2015-09-22 17:22:39 | 74.95 | 92% |
| 767 | 2015-08-05 19:55:38 | 72.98 | 89% |
| 443 | 2013-12-09 16:56:32 | 69.70 | 92% |