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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1278 | 2022-09-17 05:56:49 | 70.43 | 97% |
| 525 | 2016-09-30 17:51:41 | 60.45 | 92% |
| 306 | 2014-10-25 22:31:59 | 51.80 | 93% |
| 291 | 2014-10-25 21:15:50 | 52.70 | 96% |
| 271 | 2014-10-23 16:53:45 | 49.05 | 94% |