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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5926 | 2020-03-11 05:32:25 | 120.30 | 98% |
| 2594 | 2017-05-06 07:09:48 | 116.49 | 100% |
| 1171 | 2017-02-13 21:38:25 | 71.55 | 94% |