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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9274 | 2022-11-07 18:21:07 | 60.36 | 98% |
| 6084 | 2022-01-11 10:16:01 | 62.14 | 98% |
| 5314 | 2021-07-01 12:07:00 | 58.32 | 98% |
| 5085 | 2021-05-03 06:58:16 | 63.20 | 99% |
| 675 | 2016-11-19 11:10:47 | 51.68 | 98% |