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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2854 | 2021-09-01 05:55:02 | 83.40 | 97% |
| 2478 | 2018-07-13 06:56:24 | 87.35 | 98% |
| 1351 | 2017-10-12 10:34:03 | 82.96 | 98% |
| 931 | 2017-08-21 08:46:45 | 81.33 | 97% |