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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6207 | 2018-09-08 22:12:50 | 151.49 | 99% |
| 3673 | 2018-04-18 23:13:24 | 156.65 | 99% |
| 2395 | 2018-03-12 18:22:17 | 164.43 | 99% |