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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10784 | 2021-02-25 22:50:46 | 103.97 | 98.2% |
| 7442 | 2018-12-18 02:30:02 | 85.95 | 97% |
| 7207 | 2018-12-13 20:19:51 | 94.01 | 98% |
| 5199 | 2017-12-06 09:19:14 | 97.38 | 98% |
| 1528 | 2017-10-08 09:00:35 | 88.56 | 97% |
| 18 | 2015-08-26 14:37:16 | 66.48 | 91% |