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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18543 | 2019-12-18 16:34:04 | 173.75 | 99% |
| 16666 | 2019-06-01 21:47:40 | 138.67 | 97% |
| 13526 | 2018-08-23 15:34:20 | 155.69 | 98% |
| 13008 | 2018-08-06 19:23:58 | 170.01 | 99% |
| 4488 | 2017-10-06 18:46:46 | 141.04 | 97% |
| 58 | 2015-03-03 20:12:34 | 128.97 | 89% |