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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5889 | 2020-01-25 13:59:53 | 104.47 | 97% |
| 3473 | 2018-08-17 07:23:10 | 92.41 | 98% |
| 996 | 2017-10-23 08:35:51 | 72.02 | 97% |
| 561 | 2016-10-27 09:50:34 | 57.96 | 91% |