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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2967 | 2022-09-22 12:42:55 | 95.98 | 98% |
| 2651 | 2022-04-24 17:45:41 | 100.98 | 98% |
| 1871 | 2017-09-29 17:39:16 | 82.30 | 96% |
| 977 | 2016-08-01 06:43:36 | 76.09 | 91% |
| 336 | 2015-12-30 13:58:17 | 68.87 | 91% |