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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14064 | 2022-04-04 07:35:09 | 101.06 | 96% |
| 13629 | 2022-01-16 12:06:41 | 107.49 | 97% |
| 9944 | 2020-12-23 23:18:05 | 126.26 | 97% |
| 7305 | 2020-11-04 04:30:50 | 100.74 | 95% |
| 5536 | 2019-11-30 07:04:36 | 93.14 | 95% |
| 3697 | 2019-03-09 06:30:02 | 99.38 | 96% |