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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9823 | 2020-01-20 10:18:21 | 128.54 | 99% |
| 8822 | 2019-09-25 15:07:25 | 118.69 | 98% |
| 7657 | 2019-05-17 08:17:02 | 108.86 | 98% |
| 6429 | 2019-03-07 21:38:21 | 109.96 | 99% |
| 4536 | 2018-12-18 13:22:02 | 112.46 | 98% |
| 1570 | 2018-09-19 13:14:39 | 98.41 | 98% |