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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2348 | 2018-11-07 19:14:33 | 99.69 | 97% |
| 2261 | 2018-11-06 06:55:12 | 101.76 | 97% |
| 1034 | 2018-05-19 09:53:55 | 81.99 | 96% |