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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4881 | 2021-03-08 13:57:09 | 99.85 | 98% |
| 4266 | 2019-10-28 07:05:37 | 99.57 | 99% |
| 3380 | 2018-05-07 13:45:56 | 92.19 | 97% |
| 1594 | 2017-12-06 11:42:27 | 95.99 | 99% |