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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15216 | 2019-10-18 03:52:14 | 84.83 | 96% |
| 14632 | 2019-09-25 01:17:15 | 79.83 | 97% |
| 10310 | 2019-04-10 01:29:18 | 81.03 | 97% |
| 5744 | 2018-09-04 02:13:37 | 75.81 | 96% |