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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3682 | 2018-04-24 14:34:48 | 77.67 | 96% |
| 1018 | 2016-08-13 09:32:49 | 63.34 | 94% |
| 837 | 2016-06-28 06:30:58 | 50.58 | 91% |
| 119 | 2016-04-28 06:29:47 | 41.59 | 98% |