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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2092 | 2021-05-07 02:42:10 | 68.79 | 99% |
| 899 | 2016-08-30 03:48:16 | 58.63 | 96% |
| 656 | 2014-10-17 15:40:01 | 65.64 | 97% |
| 203 | 2014-03-13 16:28:01 | 51.58 | 92% |