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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14305 | 2022-03-06 15:19:56 | 82.71 | 95% |
| 11870 | 2021-11-23 00:41:42 | 89.12 | 96% |
| 7571 | 2021-03-24 21:14:41 | 68.48 | 96% |
| 5953 | 2020-05-22 20:30:45 | 77.59 | 97% |
| 3819 | 2019-11-14 15:41:12 | 73.34 | 97% |