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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2562 | 2020-07-30 01:57:24 | 70.21 | 96% |
| 2106 | 2020-07-06 07:07:14 | 71.72 | 96% |
| 1239 | 2020-02-26 16:01:28 | 63.74 | 96% |
| 979 | 2016-02-21 07:46:51 | 55.84 | 95% |
| 933 | 2016-02-16 01:58:28 | 48.55 | 93% |
| 636 | 2015-10-21 12:39:17 | 39.36 | 92% |