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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7102 | 2021-10-30 06:25:11 | 73.68 | 95% |
| 5195 | 2021-01-17 09:52:08 | 74.91 | 97% |
| 4288 | 2020-12-16 09:14:24 | 81.89 | 98% |
| 1230 | 2017-06-08 00:33:48 | 45.27 | 92% |