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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12685 | 2021-09-23 21:30:40 | 104.49 | 98% |
| 8945 | 2020-02-09 10:01:35 | 99.79 | 97% |
| 5567 | 2019-05-13 00:39:38 | 80.15 | 95% |
| 5239 | 2019-04-20 23:51:34 | 85.04 | 96% |
| 610 | 2018-03-25 11:51:10 | 62.71 | 95% |