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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25805 | 2021-10-29 00:24:52 | 115.27 | 96% |
| 25804 | 2021-10-29 00:24:19 | 118.68 | 97% |
| 1834 | 2019-12-13 17:47:09 | 97.63 | 98% |
| 1833 | 2019-12-13 17:46:29 | 87.13 | 96% |
| 1832 | 2019-12-13 17:45:47 | 98.63 | 97% |