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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1967 | 2020-09-27 03:56:11 | 96.66 | 97% |
| 729 | 2015-06-02 19:28:12 | 92.32 | 95% |
| 502 | 2015-05-12 18:39:51 | 83.34 | 92% |
| 313 | 2015-04-29 21:38:08 | 98.18 | 96% |