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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11891 | 2019-11-22 08:03:33 | 93.11 | 98% |
| 9198 | 2019-08-22 20:41:27 | 94.97 | 99% |
| 4103 | 2019-04-07 15:32:29 | 90.04 | 98% |
| 890 | 2019-01-05 14:03:33 | 65.29 | 96% |