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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13656 | 2020-05-08 12:24:02 | 100.20 | 98% |
| 13082 | 2020-02-18 15:45:24 | 97.01 | 98% |
| 48 | 2017-04-28 00:03:10 | 42.85 | 94% |