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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7158 | 2021-06-22 10:00:35 | 87.41 | 97% |
| 5808 | 2021-04-13 07:18:15 | 80.76 | 95% |
| 5216 | 2021-03-17 09:10:59 | 80.09 | 96% |
| 3740 | 2021-02-08 14:50:36 | 80.29 | 96% |