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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2445 | 2020-08-25 13:09:09 | 90.27 | 99% |
| 808 | 2019-12-25 22:28:14 | 74.71 | 96% |
| 682 | 2019-10-29 21:52:26 | 70.28 | 96% |
| 32 | 2016-09-06 12:35:59 | 53.85 | 93% |