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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6141 | 2019-07-17 23:14:28 | 99.62 | 99% |
| 3066 | 2019-02-25 15:17:56 | 101.80 | 99% |
| 1549 | 2018-09-22 23:30:53 | 79.19 | 97% |
| 1207 | 2018-08-03 10:22:07 | 88.64 | 99% |