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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7485 | 2019-02-09 23:20:50 | 161.80 | 99% |
| 1671 | 2018-06-04 00:00:13 | 146.83 | 98% |
| 535 | 2017-01-04 15:57:11 | 160.09 | 95% |
| 441 | 2017-01-02 20:09:05 | 146.13 | 90% |