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 |
---|---|---|---|
44418 | 2018-01-24 13:52:24 | 173.05 | 99% |
42016 | 2018-01-08 10:35:01 | 139.41 | 97% |
35326 | 2017-11-12 04:14:19 | 163.34 | 99% |
29288 | 2017-10-14 21:46:00 | 118.28 | 96% |
26963 | 2017-10-08 03:14:34 | 143.70 | 97% |
13333 | 2017-09-13 11:43:56 | 129.55 | 98% |
13226 | 2017-09-13 04:51:48 | 122.41 | 98% |