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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4885 | 2021-10-16 12:34:51 | 58.69 | 97% |
| 3254 | 2020-02-05 22:00:06 | 85.63 | 98% |
| 837 | 2016-10-18 21:16:41 | 72.67 | 97% |
| 453 | 2016-07-28 20:24:48 | 62.96 | 97% |
| 227 | 2016-07-14 19:51:56 | 66.26 | 96% |