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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12567 | 2020-12-21 07:32:30 | 94.85 | 95% |
| 5822 | 2017-11-02 17:36:29 | 82.72 | 95% |
| 4535 | 2017-08-27 07:00:32 | 77.18 | 94% |
| 2356 | 2017-04-19 10:04:55 | 54.25 | 75% |
| 693 | 2016-12-23 12:14:01 | 76.80 | 90% |