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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4475 | 2021-12-26 04:45:49 | 75.84 | 98% |
| 3880 | 2021-11-16 03:47:34 | 77.95 | 99% |
| 2739 | 2021-10-05 05:12:17 | 75.36 | 97% |
| 738 | 2021-06-11 07:22:57 | 66.11 | 97% |
| 458 | 2021-05-17 11:49:08 | 64.37 | 97% |