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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3919 | 2018-01-25 08:40:24 | 146.65 | 97% |
| 1697 | 2017-12-29 03:12:21 | 159.45 | 98% |
| 946 | 2017-12-21 06:04:10 | 153.25 | 97% |
| 490 | 2017-12-11 09:49:23 | 161.52 | 98% |