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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7074 | 2021-05-14 00:49:49 | 130.75 | 98% |
| 4245 | 2021-01-20 02:01:27 | 128.17 | 99% |
| 2700 | 2018-08-12 06:06:51 | 107.07 | 98% |
| 2377 | 2018-05-21 05:35:01 | 111.34 | 98% |
| 1781 | 2018-04-27 00:55:27 | 119.02 | 99% |