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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5497 | 2020-03-27 14:26:53 | 130.64 | 96% |
| 4245 | 2017-11-24 21:42:44 | 151.44 | 98% |
| 3373 | 2017-05-13 13:59:52 | 111.63 | 88% |
| 1580 | 2017-03-26 19:15:40 | 111.65 | 92% |
| 1520 | 2017-03-26 16:27:56 | 126.19 | 96% |
| 191 | 2016-11-15 21:42:52 | 122.24 | 97% |