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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14011 | 2020-07-11 05:43:58 | 125.54 | 98% |
| 9309 | 2020-04-27 14:25:41 | 115.76 | 99% |
| 7000 | 2020-02-15 15:53:00 | 120.40 | 98% |
| 5575 | 2019-11-03 10:58:35 | 107.89 | 97% |
| 4527 | 2019-09-22 05:00:48 | 111.59 | 99% |
| 2692 | 2019-04-25 16:10:18 | 117.52 | 99% |