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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5098 | 2019-01-09 16:39:37 | 60.90 | 97% |
| 3693 | 2018-04-06 19:51:57 | 65.79 | 97% |
| 2220 | 2017-10-11 17:59:43 | 47.45 | 95% |
| 1790 | 2017-09-27 17:52:52 | 42.83 | 94% |