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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7755 | 2019-06-30 04:21:34 | 99.75 | 97% |
| 5889 | 2018-09-28 00:53:50 | 90.38 | 96% |
| 3055 | 2018-02-14 04:06:41 | 91.67 | 97% |