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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6632 | 2019-05-29 17:40:37 | 86.12 | 99% |
| 5969 | 2019-04-27 06:13:06 | 71.78 | 97% |
| 4084 | 2018-07-07 02:15:00 | 69.24 | 96% |