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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 863 | 2018-03-04 12:37:03 | 50.01 | 96% |
| 533 | 2018-02-26 13:26:04 | 44.22 | 96% |
| 229 | 2018-02-17 01:31:59 | 49.95 | 99% |