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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3527 | 2019-05-30 18:10:52 | 107.73 | 97% |
| 3196 | 2019-05-22 18:01:57 | 112.99 | 97% |
| 1282 | 2019-03-26 16:49:08 | 115.13 | 97% |