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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3240 | 2019-08-04 14:24:18 | 65.03 | 96% |
| 2279 | 2019-01-08 18:23:21 | 70.20 | 97% |
| 66 | 2018-05-05 08:26:20 | 54.57 | 97% |