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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2156 | 2021-03-30 21:33:31 | 123.33 | 98% |
| 1273 | 2016-06-29 00:38:46 | 95.70 | 91% |
| 923 | 2015-09-05 00:06:34 | 113.69 | 97% |