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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3297 | 2022-02-13 18:14:30 | 80.91 | 99% |
| 1767 | 2011-10-24 20:56:24 | 66.46 | 98% |
| 917 | 2010-12-26 20:45:27 | 57.66 | |
| 633 | 2010-12-14 20:37:35 | 57.48 |