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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2729 | 2021-02-05 20:22:50 | 123.46 | 98.3% |
| 1083 | 2017-02-17 19:45:36 | 115.84 | 99% |
| 990 | 2016-10-03 19:47:49 | 111.14 | 93% |
| 495 | 2014-05-04 13:48:46 | 69.21 | 85% |
| 268 | 2014-03-21 23:20:34 | 124.41 | 96% |