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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7393 | 2022-06-15 13:19:11 | 106.13 | 99% |
| 3652 | 2016-12-19 10:00:27 | 90.72 | 98% |
| 2809 | 2016-11-22 10:26:10 | 89.13 | 95% |
| 984 | 2016-07-08 07:20:14 | 83.42 | 97% |
| 489 | 2016-05-24 06:15:12 | 75.03 | 99% |