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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4564 | 2020-01-18 04:15:43 | 88.97 | 97% |
| 313 | 2017-04-03 15:59:30 | 77.99 | 91% |
| 174 | 2017-02-19 17:11:03 | 78.91 | 95% |
| 77 | 2016-09-22 22:03:00 | 62.81 | 93% |
| 71 | 2016-09-22 21:56:06 | 70.28 | 92% |