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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4454 | 2021-05-26 13:21:04 | 103.39 | 97% |
| 4359 | 2021-05-22 13:19:14 | 105.67 | 96% |
| 3164 | 2020-12-18 16:09:30 | 108.65 | 98% |
| 2067 | 2020-11-04 13:36:25 | 105.40 | 98% |
| 1533 | 2020-10-16 17:44:51 | 96.02 | 97% |