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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7029 | 2021-07-31 15:28:30 | 77.67 | 98% |
| 5937 | 2021-06-01 15:15:31 | 75.38 | 96% |
| 4274 | 2021-02-28 05:41:51 | 68.20 | 97.3% |
| 3395 | 2020-12-27 08:32:05 | 68.22 | 97% |