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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1961 | 2019-12-06 19:21:24 | 82.82 | 97% |
| 1946 | 2019-11-07 23:48:11 | 77.76 | 96% |
| 649 | 2016-07-24 17:12:21 | 89.84 | 97% |
| 598 | 2016-07-21 18:42:02 | 82.21 | 96% |