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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2415 | 2021-11-17 18:54:32 | 163.87 | 99% |
| 1559 | 2020-09-17 07:21:34 | 130.67 | 98% |
| 9 | 2015-02-16 17:31:09 | 111.51 | 92% |