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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3254 | 2021-05-30 04:18:27 | 82.89 | 94% |
| 2928 | 2021-05-25 02:35:30 | 79.64 | 95% |
| 2619 | 2021-05-18 23:08:29 | 89.53 | 97% |
| 1511 | 2021-05-09 22:23:28 | 81.41 | 96% |
| 785 | 2021-05-03 21:00:57 | 94.25 | 97% |