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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19910 | 2019-02-22 22:36:31 | 89.70 | 98% |
| 16412 | 2018-12-17 09:57:48 | 97.60 | 96% |
| 11265 | 2018-07-25 06:11:56 | 95.17 | 98% |
| 4766 | 2018-02-07 06:13:39 | 89.67 | 97% |
| 4615 | 2018-02-03 20:49:39 | 105.38 | 99% |
| 469 | 2017-09-25 19:06:36 | 85.83 | 98% |
| 402 | 2017-09-25 18:03:40 | 70.24 | 97% |