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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9973 | 2017-12-30 17:28:25 | 143.94 | 98% |
| 8532 | 2017-12-19 20:03:44 | 150.91 | 99% |
| 5620 | 2017-11-29 18:41:46 | 95.55 | 97% |
| 251 | 2017-08-12 17:05:49 | 138.80 | 100% |