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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3162 | 2021-09-10 06:25:21 | 104.85 | 97% |
| 3070 | 2021-09-09 02:53:15 | 107.13 | 97% |
| 832 | 2017-03-06 10:02:46 | 48.49 | 89% |
| 495 | 2016-09-26 05:15:34 | 40.33 | 83% |