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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9643 | 2020-02-07 07:56:28 | 101.23 | 98% |
| 8693 | 2019-12-30 11:01:48 | 88.83 | 96% |
| 5963 | 2019-10-09 23:44:17 | 84.72 | 96% |