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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6189 | 2023-01-15 10:43:53 | 71.67 | 95% |
| 6020 | 2023-01-10 18:56:27 | 76.35 | 96% |
| 3140 | 2017-02-26 04:41:37 | 65.88 | 93% |
| 2034 | 2017-01-12 08:40:50 | 51.11 | 88% |
| 681 | 2016-12-24 02:39:47 | 50.83 | 96% |