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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2186 | 2019-03-20 20:38:40 | 98.75 | 97% |
| 1592 | 2018-06-24 15:21:16 | 71.23 | 94% |
| 1523 | 2018-06-16 16:15:43 | 74.09 | 96% |
| 690 | 2018-03-08 10:11:33 | 73.65 | 97% |