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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6910 | 2020-12-27 14:20:51 | 69.67 | 99% |
| 2294 | 2017-10-29 14:14:13 | 48.63 | 96% |
| 1113 | 2017-05-02 15:42:15 | 38.96 | 90% |
| 1090 | 2017-05-02 15:07:09 | 43.47 | 91% |
| 905 | 2017-04-26 05:39:39 | 38.98 | 87% |
| 364 | 2017-04-04 06:43:37 | 38.55 | 87% |