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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25939 | 2019-10-31 17:41:12 | 114.02 | 98% |
| 24184 | 2019-04-14 15:30:06 | 98.72 | 97% |
| 20028 | 2018-09-20 00:02:15 | 98.92 | 96% |
| 10124 | 2017-11-14 15:27:49 | 92.37 | 96% |
| 7094 | 2017-09-25 18:03:28 | 96.45 | 97% |