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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5490 | 2021-10-05 02:28:34 | 128.36 | 100% |
| 5489 | 2021-10-05 02:26:08 | 111.92 | 97% |
| 3856 | 2021-02-09 18:54:44 | 107.24 | 98.2% |
| 2298 | 2020-12-22 15:50:42 | 111.29 | 100% |
| 1578 | 2020-12-11 19:30:40 | 102.00 | 97% |