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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1570 | 2023-10-17 02:19:16 | 86.97 | 97.9% |
| 1400 | 2021-08-03 17:43:08 | 72.57 | 98% |
| 339 | 2016-02-10 17:01:14 | 48.14 | 94% |
| 270 | 2016-02-08 17:21:40 | 42.13 | 94% |