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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19119 | 2020-03-11 00:30:25 | 157.15 | 97% |
| 17672 | 2019-11-25 21:27:52 | 174.56 | 100% |
| 11748 | 2019-01-28 02:10:09 | 167.16 | 99% |
| 10964 | 2019-01-07 02:35:22 | 179.88 | 99% |
| 8334 | 2018-12-15 17:28:13 | 185.09 | 100% |
| 93 | 2014-12-17 06:59:34 | 161.54 | 100% |