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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1673 | 2021-06-17 20:38:53 | 82.92 | 97% |
| 1239 | 2020-12-29 04:31:27 | 70.37 | 95% |
| 509 | 2018-01-25 07:49:10 | 73.63 | 97% |
| 231 | 2014-11-16 08:03:49 | 61.92 | 85% |
| 30 | 2013-09-02 01:02:20 | 49.22 | 82% |