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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7344 | 2018-08-20 18:35:37 | 66.43 | 99% |
| 7276 | 2018-08-18 01:23:24 | 65.39 | 98% |
| 5676 | 2018-05-31 21:59:12 | 52.93 | 96% |
| 3972 | 2018-05-10 01:46:35 | 51.03 | 96% |
| 1659 | 2018-04-18 22:58:41 | 44.00 | 97% |