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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 440 | 2019-10-28 22:59:22 | 114.16 | 99% |
| 385 | 2015-05-14 02:35:49 | 107.92 | 95% |
| 103 | 2013-06-30 22:18:55 | 124.81 | 100% |