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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6610 | 2018-11-25 18:03:39 | 85.91 | 97% |
| 6293 | 2018-11-24 09:50:10 | 91.91 | 98% |
| 2931 | 2017-01-08 04:21:53 | 74.62 | 91% |
| 1459 | 2016-12-29 01:59:11 | 84.45 | 94% |