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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2332 | 2020-09-22 00:27:22 | 76.33 | 98% |
| 1652 | 2015-01-02 03:29:55 | 82.42 | 95% |
| 1605 | 2014-10-19 22:00:14 | 84.28 | 95% |
| 908 | 2014-05-01 14:37:25 | 74.17 | 95% |