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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5342 | 2021-12-28 00:54:18 | 98.71 | 99% |
| 4997 | 2021-10-29 05:28:20 | 92.51 | 98% |
| 3337 | 2021-06-19 02:40:51 | 87.06 | 99% |
| 2760 | 2021-05-26 16:22:13 | 78.76 | 97% |
| 567 | 2020-12-29 10:40:04 | 68.32 | 96% |