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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5075 | 2019-03-12 11:57:42 | 101.69 | 98% |
| 4956 | 2019-03-11 10:45:46 | 100.41 | 98% |
| 818 | 2017-07-27 13:11:31 | 100.14 | 98% |