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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6416 | 2019-01-09 04:53:14 | 107.20 | 98% |
| 3691 | 2018-03-30 23:03:32 | 109.24 | 98% |
| 1109 | 2017-12-07 16:47:45 | 90.61 | 98% |
| 194 | 2017-02-23 03:57:52 | 73.38 | 89% |