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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6711 | 2023-05-24 10:12:22 | 75.17 | 97% |
| 593 | 2015-07-14 07:33:50 | 56.78 | 92% |
| 319 | 2015-07-10 09:13:37 | 52.97 | 91% |
| 174 | 2015-07-05 19:12:56 | 50.63 | 91% |
| 138 | 2015-07-04 08:53:55 | 48.27 | 85% |