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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2398 | 2021-12-14 13:02:28 | 82.05 | 97% |
| 1436 | 2019-10-19 22:59:20 | 73.70 | 95% |
| 1122 | 2019-08-21 18:12:14 | 82.91 | 96% |
| 430 | 2019-04-03 20:31:50 | 83.42 | 97% |