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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10260 | 2021-05-17 22:27:29 | 87.00 | 98% |
| 9324 | 2021-03-20 18:18:56 | 101.72 | 99% |
| 3635 | 2020-09-01 16:58:44 | 65.34 | 96% |
| 1147 | 2020-07-03 19:39:00 | 54.13 | 96% |