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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7421 | 2020-04-19 14:46:50 | 111.16 | 98% |
| 6230 | 2018-07-25 06:11:48 | 124.10 | 99% |
| 4545 | 2018-05-04 00:00:00 | 123.80 | 100% |
| 3502 | 2018-03-28 18:55:48 | 98.32 | 99% |
| 1702 | 2017-11-30 18:20:27 | 114.59 | 99% |
| 1452 | 2017-11-27 14:40:39 | 117.37 | 100% |