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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6110 | 2020-10-20 15:21:41 | 101.39 | 97% |
| 5964 | 2020-10-09 17:47:28 | 106.43 | 98% |
| 4120 | 2019-08-10 14:16:30 | 86.71 | 96% |
| 3121 | 2018-09-27 20:38:17 | 92.98 | 96% |
| 550 | 2018-08-26 19:44:48 | 75.41 | 95% |