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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6076 | 2018-05-16 22:57:27 | 105.65 | 98% |
| 5586 | 2018-04-29 11:52:48 | 108.47 | 98% |
| 5362 | 2018-04-16 13:39:53 | 98.01 | 97% |