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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9170 | 2021-07-14 00:55:46 | 113.18 | 95% |
| 9137 | 2021-07-12 20:41:54 | 113.62 | 95% |
| 4743 | 2017-12-24 20:48:46 | 110.95 | 95% |
| 2492 | 2017-08-29 17:56:50 | 100.47 | 96% |
| 1047 | 2017-06-18 20:01:39 | 100.20 | 96% |