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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18503 | 2023-01-19 12:14:04 | 117.92 | 98% |
| 17149 | 2021-09-04 23:53:00 | 100.01 | 97% |
| 12409 | 2020-08-29 07:32:46 | 83.76 | 95% |
| 6157 | 2020-01-01 02:25:00 | 88.19 | 96% |
| 1166 | 2019-02-15 09:13:07 | 64.67 | 93% |