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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 686 | 2020-08-21 04:53:10 | 67.71 | 96% |
| 294 | 2013-08-11 16:27:45 | 50.24 | 89% |
| 223 | 2013-08-08 04:53:27 | 48.20 | 88% |
| 189 | 2013-08-07 04:12:48 | 46.35 | 88% |
| 161 | 2013-08-04 17:48:05 | 41.78 | 91% |
| 153 | 2013-08-04 07:03:12 | 48.62 | 92% |