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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1601 | 2020-07-10 15:17:33 | 64.90 | 96% |
| 616 | 2016-08-13 21:25:25 | 56.87 | 86% |
| 66 | 2015-07-02 15:25:32 | 46.53 | 90% |