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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1569 | 2020-04-09 01:47:41 | 112.53 | 100% |
| 824 | 2015-05-02 00:58:03 | 99.81 | 99% |
| 173 | 2013-03-22 03:54:51 | 117.67 | 100% |
| 23 | 2012-04-02 03:42:18 | 95.57 | 96% |