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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12529 | 2023-04-10 19:29:14 | 47.01 | 93% |
| 10652 | 2022-07-29 13:12:06 | 52.23 | 96% |
| 4307 | 2018-10-30 02:26:49 | 36.34 | 94% |
| 3999 | 2018-09-26 13:41:16 | 34.78 | 93% |
| 1550 | 2017-06-03 16:57:44 | 32.07 | 84% |