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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1165 | 2020-10-07 01:11:11 | 114.45 | 98% |
| 1120 | 2019-02-13 02:48:06 | 95.69 | 97% |
| 694 | 2017-02-06 09:28:55 | 100.24 | 97% |
| 256 | 2015-08-27 02:18:55 | 87.75 | 97% |
| 207 | 2015-06-25 01:29:49 | 83.43 | 97% |