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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4470 | 2022-05-26 20:16:49 | 72.52 | 97% |
| 3361 | 2020-02-26 14:47:27 | 71.66 | 99% |
| 1503 | 2017-01-23 17:24:25 | 51.88 | 94% |
| 1007 | 2016-06-21 13:47:31 | 49.38 | 92% |
| 2 | 2016-05-18 17:32:00 | 44.02 | 94% |