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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1945 | 2020-03-18 23:21:53 | 82.49 | 98% |
| 1182 | 2018-02-16 19:07:01 | 86.61 | 95% |
| 600 | 2017-10-03 18:18:32 | 92.37 | 98% |