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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17138 | 2019-02-16 10:32:21 | 93.24 | 95% |
| 14086 | 2019-01-22 10:23:50 | 123.06 | 98% |
| 2796 | 2017-10-24 20:15:24 | 99.84 | 99% |
| 1326 | 2017-09-28 21:07:29 | 83.03 | 96% |