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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4629 | 2018-07-06 13:38:44 | 92.28 | 98% |
| 4611 | 2018-07-03 13:22:40 | 87.29 | 98% |
| 704 | 2017-07-14 17:43:17 | 65.32 | 97% |
| 190 | 2017-06-28 15:14:20 | 54.45 | 97% |