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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25423 | 2021-01-31 08:56:26 | 188.56 | 97.4% |
| 24538 | 2020-12-31 00:19:08 | 165.33 | 99% |
| 22841 | 2020-12-08 00:37:20 | 177.59 | 100% |
| 21542 | 2020-11-19 11:48:33 | 171.80 | 99% |
| 11721 | 2020-03-17 01:13:47 | 167.31 | 99% |