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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14059 | 2020-07-18 22:45:52 | 110.85 | 97% |
| 12010 | 2020-06-21 19:31:58 | 100.60 | 97% |
| 11697 | 2020-06-15 21:54:38 | 111.11 | 99% |
| 10922 | 2020-06-05 20:26:11 | 101.55 | 97% |
| 8974 | 2020-05-06 02:25:41 | 97.44 | 97% |
| 7546 | 2020-04-19 02:04:04 | 98.06 | 97% |
| 4430 | 2020-02-25 00:56:38 | 105.98 | 98% |
| 1491 | 2019-08-20 19:42:39 | 93.66 | 98% |