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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9271 | 2020-02-13 04:58:36 | 74.49 | 96% |
| 8194 | 2019-12-26 16:58:26 | 75.49 | 97% |
| 7752 | 2019-12-17 17:57:53 | 65.77 | 94% |
| 7428 | 2019-12-05 13:42:35 | 79.48 | 95% |
| 4459 | 2018-07-25 08:19:15 | 68.74 | 96% |