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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12101 | 2018-07-30 15:06:59 | 72.90 | 96% |
| 6026 | 2017-11-09 05:52:30 | 79.06 | 99% |
| 4209 | 2017-08-27 05:43:57 | 69.45 | 98% |