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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7204 | 2021-11-04 17:56:59 | 108.92 | 98% |
| 7027 | 2021-10-27 12:38:00 | 115.61 | 98% |
| 2379 | 2020-03-31 14:16:50 | 97.27 | 98% |
| 312 | 2018-01-17 04:16:57 | 97.76 | 98% |