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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4701 | 2021-02-10 03:12:30 | 66.17 | 95.3% |
| 3349 | 2017-06-06 00:02:53 | 54.53 | 95% |
| 1422 | 2017-03-10 02:27:40 | 41.63 | 89% |
| 835 | 2017-02-26 07:22:15 | 39.26 | 92% |