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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3988 | 2019-01-07 18:54:16 | 69.95 | 97% |
| 3546 | 2018-12-12 21:40:05 | 66.12 | 96% |
| 1991 | 2017-08-06 19:08:28 | 67.65 | 97% |