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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2578 | 2021-06-21 07:43:18 | 105.04 | 97% |
| 882 | 2015-07-15 06:04:59 | 80.05 | 87% |
| 779 | 2015-03-07 14:23:05 | 98.79 | 95% |
| 419 | 2014-05-28 09:24:45 | 89.61 | 96% |