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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12495 | 2021-01-30 02:17:33 | 93.68 | 97.9% |
| 6787 | 2018-12-31 15:29:02 | 93.90 | 99% |
| 2769 | 2018-04-16 13:39:51 | 103.15 | 100% |
| 2441 | 2018-03-28 00:04:57 | 103.35 | 100% |