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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8871 | 2018-09-29 02:13:44 | 86.22 | 97% |
| 8707 | 2018-09-28 18:09:38 | 84.72 | 97% |
| 4196 | 2018-03-23 22:50:19 | 74.13 | 96% |