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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4761 | 2021-05-24 08:11:49 | 97.02 | 98% |
| 3797 | 2020-08-09 11:50:40 | 71.67 | 96% |
| 2179 | 2020-06-11 01:10:10 | 61.43 | 97% |
| 1204 | 2019-05-05 14:54:48 | 68.91 | 96% |
| 806 | 2019-04-24 07:51:06 | 59.07 | 94% |