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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4102 | 2019-04-06 16:40:40 | 172.20 | 99% |
| 3330 | 2019-03-15 23:36:36 | 168.85 | 98% |
| 1626 | 2019-02-09 23:20:48 | 184.69 | 100% |
| 905 | 2019-01-22 23:13:12 | 163.13 | 99% |