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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1142 | 2023-04-08 09:51:49 | 81.86 | 98% |
| 253 | 2014-09-10 13:31:03 | 69.38 | 96% |
| 227 | 2014-04-18 09:07:53 | 67.78 | 95% |
| 59 | 2012-05-13 14:39:25 | 75.08 | 100% |