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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2823 | 2022-04-12 02:51:29 | 140.60 | 100% |
| 1936 | 2012-05-26 13:58:42 | 146.39 | 97% |
| 1619 | 2012-01-09 16:33:37 | 120.14 | 99% |
| 255 | 2010-03-13 15:17:34 | 68.50 |